(3 december 1939 / Village Finta, Dambovitza)

What do you think this poem is about?

voyage

travel in a truck rumbling
and I have the most inconvenient place

I do not know where to go,
no driver has not asked me
where I want to go

people walking up and down the
I see where we go,
not actually see anything

travel quarrel and scuffle
for the best places

mine do not want anyone

one evening
driver was uncivil to me:
- I got your head down!

I opened my eyes wide,
We were in the same place

(translated from romanian)

Submitted: Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Edited: Sunday, November 01, 2009


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