Un loc in trenul / trena Universului // A place in Universe's train / dally

Pe unica linie suspendata
Traversand spiralat
Vasta campie
Cu flori
De 'regina noptii'
Printre lumini colorate
Dispuse neuniform
Dar ordonat
Dupa ratiuni de atractie si subordonare imediata
Trece unicul tren
Care ne poarta
Prin pantecele pestelui
Cu mecanic de locomotiva
Asezat in postul 'cheie'
Calare pe situatie
Si cu varful de piramida
Infipt in fund
Tragand voios de manete si sfori:
Vagoane-dormitor
Cu somnul de-o noapte
Si somnul 'de veci'
Si vagoane-restaurant
Cu hrana materiala
Si 'Painea cea de toate zilele'...
Pe linie se chinuie din greu cativa
Sa aplice cu succes ideea lui Arhimede -
Cea cu punctul de sprijin -
Sa schimbe macazul spre linia B
Si trag si trag
Dar trenul nu se abate
De la al lui drum.
Intre timp isi fac aparitia
Prin vagoane
Vulpitze versate iesite la produs
De diverse coloraturi si proveniente
Prostituate, comis voiajori
Cu mostre sub brat
Si-n servieta
Toate inscriptionate cu numarul magic,
Cu reclame la noi si noi
Realizari 'obstesti'
De vagoane-restaurant
Vagoane-dormitor
Cu paine
Si circ
De toate zilele
Si somn...
Vesnic
Iar, pentru insomniaci
Nelipsitul vagon de fumat...
Fiecare cu viciul sau.
Toti cu-n zambet in coltul gurii
Sorbind din napasta celuilalt
Si cu mamele scoase la vanzare,
Toti platitori de tribut.
Imi intorc privirile catre peisaj
Numarand,
In timp ce din tren
Pe usa din stanga
Se imbulzesc sa se arunce-n gol
Toti cei carora nu le-a priit
Friptura gonflabila
Pe post de colac de salvare...
Trec zile, chiar saptamani si luni
Pana cand cineva se va incumeta
Sa iasa pe usa din dreapta
Si sa coboare 'la capat de linie'.
Imi intorc privirile catre usa
Numarand
Pe degete.
In timp ce trena
De foc,
A trenului gonind cu viteza,
Se mareste.

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On the single suspended line 

Drawing spiraled trails 

On the vast fields

With 'night queen' flowers

Beyond the colored lights

Looking messy

But ordered

By the immediate reasons of attraction and subordination

There's only one passing train

Which takes us

Through this giant fish stomach

With its master-driver

Situated in the post 'key'

Riding on the situation

And with the tip of the pyramid

Stuck in his butt

Pulling cheerful the levers and ropes

With freight-bedrooms

For a night's sleep 

And 'eternal sleep'

And the restaurant wagon

With food

And 'Our daily bread' 

There on the line some are struggling hard 

To successfully apply the idea of Archimedes -

The one with the point of support -

To change gears to line B

Pulling and pulling

But the train does not derail

From his way.

Meanwhile, appear

In the wagons

Skillful foxes doing their play

With different colors and backgrounds

Prostitutes, salesman

With samples at hand

And in briefcase

All marked with the magic number,

Advertising for brand new

'Communal' achievements 

Wagon-restaurants

Freight-bedrooms

The daily bread...

And circus

For sleeping...

Permanently

And, for insomniacs

The official smoking wagon ...

Everyone with its own vice.

All with smile in the corner of their mouth

Sipping from the plague of another

And their mothers on sale,

All tribute payers.

I turn my eyes to the landscape

Counting,

While from the train

On the left door

Rush to jump out

All those who didn't enjoy

The inflatable roast  meat

Given as life preserver ...

Gone are the days, even weeks and months

Until someone will dare

To get out the right door

And down 'at end of line'.

I turn my eyes to the door

Counting

On the fingers.

While the fire dally
Of the speeding up train

Dramatically increases.