Posts Tagged ‘exotic’
Hava-Wash – Part 2
The drive
Illustration from iStockphoto
And now after yet another successful awakening and engine ignition, our young man, comfortable settled in the vehicle command post, was ready to plunge into traffic. With his senses in alert he approaches the first intersection, the one up the street near his Presidential Palace.
Suddenly: “Stooop! Whoooaa! Whoooaa!” As usual the SD – Stop Dwarf is at his post doing his job, cursing loudly, sitting high up, right in the top of the traffic sign. His crazy signs were related to the commander through the TCDs – Traffic Control Dwarfs running all over the dashboard. “Warning! Stop Alert Great Master!” Alfonso reacts immediately. The decision is automated. The nervous impulses are transmitted in nanoseconds and instantly enforced by the right leg’s muscles that push the brake pedal. Brake! The BPJ – blue piece of junk abruptly stops right in front of the Stop sign. A quick look left… a quick look right… Svooooom… svooom… heavy traffic. Interminable parades of horse power caged in different metal bodies. Some are smaller, some are huge, some are angry and some are stupid, some are colored and some are rusty, some are the latest state of the art mechanical wonders and some are obsolete four wheels disasters. All of them are tamed by their humanoid masters, most of them already tired, with grey faces and lost looks, making their way through traffic. Some of them cursing, some of them bored, and some of them just absent. The people are not happy yet. But fear not! The Revolution is around the corner!
Pastel du printemps vs. The Exotic Fork
Illustration from iStockphoto
Another tragedy. The exceptional lies only in blood.
Gentle like a hurricane I fall into the voluptuousness of a butterfly.
Turned once more towards the darkness of a beautiful morning filled with promises,
I always prefer to avoid the unavoidable awakening.
And so I stroll on!
From the sky the rhythm falls.
From waltz to samba to arms to toes to ocean to flower to cloud into the night to life between the sheets to whispers to moments to all to salsa to maybe until then again tomorrow from you till death.
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