A breeze of crumbs

The green grid of greed
With its razor sharp bars
Slices the humanity substance
A breeze of crumbs for my dinner

The clock is nailed to its tongue
No itch to bind myself to ground
Only lust, greed and death
Cuff destinies together

So, I am passing my time
As a plop
As a waft
As a dot with no control..
 
O briza de firimituri
 
Verdele grilaj al lacomiei
cu ascutitele-i lame
feliaza esenta umanitatii
O briza de firimituri pentru a mea cina

Ceasul a intepenit
Nici un chef sa prind radacini
Doar dorinta, lacomia si moartea
Ne incatuseaza unii cu altii
 
Asadar, imi petrec timpul
precum o cadere de apa
precum o boare
precum un punct  fara control
 


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