Crossing the highway

[proxodimec]

I've dived into every ocean and fallen from every sky,
I've been to hundreds of continents, and wouldn't count the countries,
I scarred the face of the planet with a helix of dirty tracks.
I've even visited elves at their iridescent homeland.
There is one terra incognita, where the grass is greener,
But it lays on the other side of a mighty incessant highway.

I don't know who built it, and it's probably best this way.
My sight bypasses the windshields for fear of seeing the drivers.
I'm looking for a flyover, not the ultimate truth.
All i need is a tiny path across, however ethereal,
But the highway is wider than Styx and flimsier than Bifröst,
It's very existence claims: sometimes there is no solution.

And so i stand there, frozen, watch this jumble of headlights,
Blinding me, always shifting, like a crawling constellation,
Portending at once an infinite number of chilly fates.
Even a master of weaving his humble tottering beelines
Amidst the vectors of bikes on the crazy streets of Hanoi
Faces imminent death when trying to cross the highway...

Comments

[z-u.livejournal.com]

это перевод или новое? если перевод, то какого?

пы.сы. вспоминается http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1192628/?ref_=nm_flmg_act_14 :)))

[proxodimec.livejournal.com]

Нет, не перевод.

[z-u.livejournal.com]

здорово.