THE BUS OF THOUGHTS


Frequently surrounding our emptiness
rotating to our thoughts
They have the scanty peel of the words
making us feel their oppression

Their consistence is heavy
slightly sliding down on the lips, becoming alive
Somme other time they travel from the depth of our gaze
with spider liquid

Though, most of the time we achieve
the web begin stolen
the long air splitting in slices
memorie after memoorie, thought after though


Traducere Ioana Farțadi