Dorel Cosma

 

The line gets longer.

It presses on me the moment which

restlessly accompanies me.

I’m waiting in front of the booking office window.

The smell of the trip distributes

the infinite life

in front of my eyes. I cannot be calm.

Where will I go?

I shall make up my mind

when I get in front of the booking office window.

Experiences, dreams,

perspectives,

a bright shining sun, mountains of souvenirs and all this in a ticket.

Where do I want to go?

I want a ticket

on the vertical axis

of the resurrection of the universe.

I want only a ticket of attitude,

accumulation and storage

according to the comfort of modernity. A round trip ticket?

No!

A ticket to the world of thrilling emotions, of pure contemplation

 

on the sea, in the air,

and on the land. I take it.

I am ready to go.

The luggage is thrilled

with epithets and metaphors. I pack them carefully.

I need them both here and there and after.

I’m on my way.

Do you want a ticket too?

I still have some more.

Have a safe trip!