emotion
when you see out the window
millions of cars
crossing the city like
an UFO full of leds

or abandon
when the orange sun
penetrates the half-lighted room
and the mechanism that breeds the dreams
is triggered in the exhausted body

the chirping traffic
the sax of the old jazzman
on the phosphorescent sidewalk
dissipate the silence of the office

your heart is pumping harder
the blood flow growing with every second

the thought of hibernating
between the dunes of a beach
painfully dissolves in your mind

only the sound of the computer shutting down
is gasping for your breath when thinking about
escaping again on the boulevards
in the fresh air of the city
like in a safari among mechanic animals