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Your Voice Strikes My Heart like a Piano Key - Zhao Lihong / 赵丽宏

Your Voice Strikes My Heart like a Piano Key - Zhao Lihong / 赵丽宏

The world is accessible in fact / Roads and paths leading in all directions / A free mind can cross / Any physical and artificial estrangements / Reach the other side, reach the desert / Reach a glacier, and reach a foreign land /

A Morning of Writing - Yao Shiqing / 姚时晴

A Morning of Writing - Yao Shiqing / 姚时晴

Clean and clear language appears. On a white wall. Writing black fonts. Write down black Arabic numerals. Hour hands and minute hands. Language just shuttles in and out with the ticking of the syllables.

A Number of Escaping Trails - Cheng Yong / 程庸

A Number of Escaping Trails - Cheng Yong / 程庸

If I make a promise, / I will escape for a lifetime. / The trails around me are waiting. // The sound of the evening flute soothes the toes, / Approaching the coast. /

El sol ha prometido hacer el trabajo de la Lluvia – Ayi Guli / 阿依古丽

El sol ha prometido hacer el trabajo de la Lluvia – Ayi Guli / 阿依古丽

Vienes del Populus euphratica y del tamarisco del desierto de Gurbantünggüt en Xinjiang; vienes de las cumbres nevadas de las montañas Tian Shan; vienes de la mirada esperanzada de una madre kazaja; vienes de los ojos penetrantes de tu padre.

Solitary Peak - Chen Xianfa / 陈先发

Solitary Peak - Chen Xianfa / 陈先发

The solitary peak spins alone, at the top of the top whipped / by our everyday existence. / There is a motionless table / spread over with everything it has witnessed and is always excluded from. /

Tracks - Xiong Yan / 熊焱

Tracks - Xiong Yan / 熊焱

When my mother was pregnant with me, she almost went to the hospital to induce labour / I was lucky enough to come to earth, like a drop of water merging into a big river / following the waves as they rushed from then on. /

In this boundless world - Na Ye / 娜夜

In this boundless world - Na Ye / 娜夜

Whatever coldness sets fire to / Itis the bonfire // Whatever fragility grabs hold of / Itbreaks up /