what can i do to keep you
I give you poor streets
despair sunset
Moon over run-down suburbs
I give you one
The sorrow of those who look at the lonely moon for a long time.
——"Two English Poems" Part Two
When I walk in this long corridor
Gradually, a holy fear
I find
I'm the other one
I am death
My steps are also his steps.
——"Song of Talent"
the same sand around each
And the history of sand, infinite
Thus, in the depths of your joys and sorrows
The unbendable eternity is still the abyss
Never rest in this fall
I missed the blood, not the glass
The ritual of shedding the sand goes on forever
With the grains of sand, life goes away
——"Hourglass"
I don’t know if it’s a tree or a god anymore
Shown through a rusty door
How many countries are there suddenly?
field, sky, suburb
The wealth that once existed today is the streets
Sharp sunset, startling evening
Far away, I will regain my poverty.
——"Sunset at Villa Altuzal"
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