...| wrapped in metallic skin
inside my arteries of wire
between zero-one connections
precise slow motion
and synapses faster than light
i begin my morning
dusting the picture of
my father, the man about forty
black mustache and glasses,
dressed in white, grinning -
i know not who my mother is,
I live with aunt Georgia,
the two kids call her, aunt Georgia,
come and see, John has blinked
twenty one times his eyes
when we asked him his age,
two times when we called his name,
and once his big red light
on the left of his chest box
turned on, reminiscence of an
emotional scientist, useless bulb
not present in modern robots,
aunt, come and see his strange red light
when we say, John, we love you,
carry us on your shoulders
like an airplane,
fly us in the garden under the sun
to the planet you came from;
a pause. - where do robots go from here?
and the dispute starts
all over again, the garbage,
says the girl, no, a different place
maybe the robots' heaven,
replies the boy, show us John,
as they climb each on
one arm, the red light
blinking fast in my chest box
as they play knock-knock,
is anybody alive in there
and i keep silent, smiling
like an old wise man,
unnoticed, imperturbable,
were it not for the heart
that speaks for me
words i cannot utter
and much of the world
cannot understand anymore |...
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e o strada in memorie
unde nu pasesc niciodata-
incercuita, ingradita
cu trei lacate de fier la poarta.
si un caine care latra
de-i zi, prin furtuna
si mai ales la luna.
.
e o lume in dosul ochilor
insirandu-le pe toate-
pas cu pas, manjite, imagini
zbatandu-se repede inauntru.
fiecare vis e o casa
are un cos care fumega, pisici negre
furisandu-se agile subtile
reflectand in irisi
cosari ce nu aluneca,
incurcand itele,
incuind ferestrele spre strada
omul cu baston albastru
topind ceara dulce-a genelor
in dezlegarea rasaritului.
.
e un loc in inima
greu ca un cufar cu stele-
invelite-n catifea, rasufland
zgomotos ca niste balene
deasupra apei intunecate
aliniate, pictate in mii de culori
pe panzele noptii, dinainte sortite
sa piara in timpul ireversibil
unul cate unul,
fiecare unul
o singura data.
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