outland poetry
barrio
村镇
Luis Pales Matos
Mercy ah, God, for my poor heart of towns and villages have mercy!
Emptiness of my poor people will be bored to death!
Spend time in the old notary public
Worry about trivial trivia like a mouse;
Big belly will stem the mayor of obesity
Dipped in the sap of life is like dipping sauce;
Slow trading millennium changed,
A group of goats jump in the sunny plaza;
A beggar, a gray and full of moss Shouma scabies
Through the wide streets;
Sunday, the cold, sleepy like saliva, difficult and fall asleep,
Playing marbles, playing cards, gathered in the casino;
In the ancient village of bland
The lives of these disgusting,
All this will be the pampered, free
And fall, collapse, death.
Mercy ah. God! Towns and villages of my poor heart have mercy!
In these simple soul released a rogue
So that he will be a performance of unusual stones ransom
Investment in their lives, dead water of this beach ... ...
Release of a thief, let him the house at night, looting banks,
Release of a Tang Juan, so that he raped a girl who virtuous,
Gambling industry released a gambler, so he mixed village
Up_set_s the gentle, respectable villagers who Xinhuang Huang.
Mercy, ah, God! Towns and villages of my poor heart have mercy!
My poor people will be bored to death there empty!
Translator: 赵振江
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