Pont Marie - Lan Lan / 蓝 蓝
Beyond Pont de la Tournelle, / enough green bookstalls / for André Breton's disputations, / now locking up at dusk. /
Poesía china
The Smallest Horse - Xi Du / 西 渡
The smallest horse / I put you in my pocket / The smallest horse / You are the moonlight / Blown out by my bride at our wedding /
Death of a Butterfly - Tian Yuan / 田 原
In glorious autumn sunshine / My busy steps were brought up short / By a butterfly I nearly crushed underfoot / At first I thought she was resting by the road / I bent down for a look / Only to find her breath had ceased /
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
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
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
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.