climate suspicious and candles rise and fall together
the dead continue to live as shadows
the spirit and the compass
are lost in a one-way street
the square of the day, the spring night
the right wing of the night settles in
lights, left wing
sinks into the sewers
long hair into an abyss of questions
the sailor and his love of old memories of home
questions and boats stranded
negative
of photography
graying hair, the gap emerges
thoughtful
a Saturday sailing to the empty city
Bei Dao ( pseudonym of Zhao Zhenkai, born in Beijing in 1949)
by Fernando Pérez Villalón
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