outland poetry
Travel
旅行
Joao Cabral de Melo Neto
Lost dreams and the road
Throughout the morning with sorrow,
Inside my wardrobe
Who is walking?
Remove the dreams and the road
Traditional thinking in students in the clothing,
Carried in his pocket as if farmers
Pleasant geography book
It was all the time
Came from my bedroom,
Disappeared in the horizon
He is the wind, the ship, the mainland.
Some people told me all night
I could not hear that word
I remember talking to our journey
It was with me on the road communication.
Translator: 丁文林
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