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飞蛾 火将熄。 圆可隐喻我，三角亦可隐喻我 去迎合你的不规则。你用弧线拽我的肩膀 在我脸上画窟窿，盖戳子。你晃着身子 韬光养晦地笑。 让我笑。等我把傻气笑尽了，就能看见 我的母亲，我母亲的母亲，母亲的母亲的母亲 都在这里，都在 灰烬里爬。 这都是第几世了，根本记不清 死过于仓促，谁都来不及道一声，珍重。
The Moth Fire is gonna be put out. A circle can be metaphor of me to tap a irregular you, and so as a triangle.Your arc drags my shoulder draw a hole and poked on my face.Your body is shaking and you smile in low profile. Let me laugh.Till all the follishness disapear,I then will see my mother,my mother's mother,and the mother of mother's mother are all here, crawling in the ashes. Which life ordinal it is,could not be remebered radically Dead is too hasty,leave no time to say,go well.
惑 自从我离开，母亲的腹部一直干瘪着 这让她惊恐万分。她不止一次地剖开自己 她空虚的腹腔内部，还有什么被安放着，溺爱着。
已经夭折了几万次。 她倒垂而巨大的卵巢，是多么美丽的 一对梅花。但不久便将被三个男人烧焦，化作粉末
这巨大的宫殿中 有着小尸体的婴儿，坐在蛋壳中 它手中攥着的红纽扣，血一样流出。
仿佛我就是这婴儿本身 但偶尔，我又是这血本身。
Puzzle My mother's belly was shrivelled since I left which made her frightened.She cleaved herself， her empty abdominal cavity,more than once,what was placed or spoiled still.
Died thousands times. How gorgous her reversed and giant ovary is. A couple of plum blossoms.Soon burnt by three men, turned to be powder.
In the huge palace a tiny dead body of a baby,sitting in the eggshell holding red bottons,running out as blood.
It seems that I am the baby itself and also the blood occasionally.
旧衬衫 必然是一件旧物了。 旧到毫无主见。今天可以是我的 明天又会是谁的呢。 它是那么的宽松 适合于各种身体 它就是那么的宽松 我穿着它，就像一个男人抱紧了一个女人。 而我们 都是彼此陌生的。 Old Shirt It is certainly an old thing. Too old to lose its judgement.Today could be mine but how about tomorrow. It is so loose and comfortable that suits each body I wear it,just like a man hugging a woman in tight way. And to we each other all strange.
静物考 是啊，她承认了 她有多爱这些花苞 她还爱这些枯枝，她爱尽了这些 可说却不能说出的一切事物 她还爱他 爱他的后花园 但她更爱他瞳孔中的影子 现在他在骨灰中，处于他的老年 他有着一团死去的头发 他有着蛇蝎一样的眼。 他和她的儿子生着剑眉，热爱舞剑。 Still Life Yeah,she admited that how much she loved these buds and withered branches,all her love to—— everything could be told but not She still loves him and his backgarden and the shadow in his sight more Now in his bone ash,in his old age he has a few dead hair he gets the eyes like the plague The son of him and her was born with dashing eyebrows,and has deep love on sword-dancing.
本来面目 人群冲散了我们。人群冲淡了我。 只需要一个形式 任何一朵损坏的花都可以庇护我。 不眨眼，光就不会停下来。 我原本知道。当我匆匆走过街道 楼房折断，又搭起。 我的城市凌乱而泰然。 你知道我有多么熟悉，这样站在树下 隐藏住哀喜。阴影爬过我的嘴唇 遮住我的身体和雷声，把我带离人群。 是过静的寂寞碾碎了夜晚。 夜晚用轰鸣镇痛。我用疼痛的一侧煽情。 此刻。我们的死亡是灭顶的红。 世界像一群折叠的鹤。各自飞往决不妥协的方向。 正如我们的此刻 我们隐居在人群。
The Real Face We get lost in the crowd.I am diluted from it. Every damage flower can shield me with just a form No blinking,light could never make a stop I know it originally.At the time I go across the street hurriedly Buildings are broken off,and then set up My city was chaos but calm. You know how familiar I am with it,standing under the tree holding my sadness and happiness.The shadow was crawling my lips covering my body and thunder,taking me away from the crowd. The loneliness was too silent to scrunch the night. The dark growled to stop the pain.And I use that side to arouse my feeling. Right now.Our death is dead red. And the world is just like a group of folding cane,flying to each never-direction. Like what we are hiding in the crowd.
春日一别 几乎听不到了，这春天。 我爱的杨柳，早已忘记了报复 我体内的牙齿，在暗红色的包裹中 变得虚胖，爱说假话，像啄木鸟一样敞开着 咀嚼一棵老树所有的不贞洁。 那，还是继续吧。继续给我一碗 不配向东流去的春水罢 在此之前，我将如寡妇，等着下一张牌的到来。
Leave In Spring Hardly heard the spring。 Willows I love have forgot to revenge already Teeth of my body,were in dark red package turned to be puffiness,lying,and opened as a woodpecker chewing all unchastity of the old tree Then,just move on.And give me a bowl spring water which isn’t qualified to be directed to east Before that,I would be like a widow,waiting for next card coming.
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发表于 2012-7-27 12:04
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