Modern Poetry
Cafe
咖啡馆
Ouyang Jianghe
A cup of coffee floated over from the other side, then
A hand. What people hold, you have to believe.
So a coffee shop came from outer floated,
Around a large building under the cover of dark,
Is particularly striking, as in a black evening dress
Reveal a small white shirt collar.
I may not believe the coffee shop is real, when I
Holding it in your hand like a ticket,
Train times and not passing me by.
To sit down for information, make two ears
Sagging to the knees, a coffee shop on both sides
Watch shop and grocery store. Calibration time,
And then pay to the grocery store to buy a pack of cheap cigarettes.
Then a man walked into a cafe
Hanging in the window seat position in the sky,
He dreams often take place. He is without a childhood
Beginning to grow old generation. His age
Is a portrait using pencil eraser gently wipe the
Part of the early birds, and the word track. One's life
A box of video tapes, pre-finished live production,
From the beginning. There are repeated all
Have been tried. Everything is gone.
A coffee shop from another cafe
Floated over the middle after all the addresses
House number, after his arm around the same things.
Shadow of one of two copies. Agreement between the two
People feel dejected. "Want some coffee, have a little sugar."
A cup of coffee come from outer floated, and then
Is a hand, touch a button the machine time,
It read: Stop.
Then another man walked into a cafe.
He crossed a straight street, just as through the
An equal sign, from the addition into a subtraction.
Followed behind him into the coffee shop, is a
Age suspicious woman, dark, but dazzling.
Time is not trustworthy. Sometimes just ten seconds on the visual
Make a person suddenly ten years old, so that another person
Like a box of tapes back home quickly,
Retreated to a child riding a train, as if
From the station at once into the coffee shop.
"Ten seconds before the world of you I do not know this person,
Now, I think we have fallen in love
Many centuries. "Love encouraging people to aging.
Only old age can bring comfort. "We're too young
Had to spend the summer of 50 one of the world farewell,
To truly enter into the coffee shop, together
Spend ten seconds. "Shall spring then tighten the circle
Silver spoon in the cup
Slowly stir, multiplied by the square of the square began to melt candy
Ten seconds, just ten seconds,
Has the same short stroke passion, people
There like a frozen popsicles. This is
Retrograde laws of time and the statement could not be any less less
Of any person's life are essential. This is
A definition: to give in to a small number of the minority.
Then walked into a cafe is not a person,
But a group of people. A shadow in all the roles,
A puppet all the citizens of the city. They come from
The other side of the equal sign from behind the decimal point
Seventh in the figures indicate the micro universe, from the
Discipline, vision, life, writings or statistical tables.
They see coffee shops as the conscience of an era.
Between the state and the private life of a cup of coffee erratic
Sometimes emerge from the face, but immediately disappear on
Word coverage. They are writing in a cafe
And the rising generation, before the term through faith
Transferred to the verb, all in the shake and change,
There is nothing fixed.
In a head into a thousand ideas, you can make it
Separated from the body and become like a balloon in the air so light
By a thread, can coffee shop from the sky
Pull down? If the cafe is just a stage,
Can be removed at any time, never really built.
Then a man got up and left the coffee shop,
At midnight a half (the calibration time. But time
Untrustworthy), through equal-style dark street,
Directly from the coffee shop to an exotic
Gloomy building, a
People in the Song of the Sad Café in the building, bringing back memories endless.
Not to enter, but to leave
To the distance to watch. The building is through the winter.
In the winter of nine people. 1825 winter.
Rigid forty degrees below zero to a cup of coffee floating in the air,
Hand. "How can we grasp the
This infinite universe of a finger? "Maybe not.
"Aristocracy of skin is really white jade" This is
A night blooming Tuberose, sled pulling politics Square
Bolted from grassland from Asia. How far the road.
December revolutionaries hid in the black coat and face.
Fan Shen when a person into the coffee shop.
The full-length mirror in the bright, he suspected this cafe
Really exists. "To a bottle of French champagne
And one-off red beet soup. "Pulls out a black overcoat
White shirt collar, December partisan
White Russian exiles in Paris to become writers. Russian Culture
With Western passports. Grasslands disappear. .
Across the dinner meal and a glass of heaven's tears,
Puning with a Russian woman of French-speaking, as the '
Ten seconds. She wore a pair of old-fashioned aristocratic shoes,
To walk in the will and the menu, like a cat light.
The other corner coffee shop, Sartre held pipe dangling from Macri
And Beauvoir discussed the bleak prospects for freedom in Europe.
Down Gide's diary, Mr. Roland Barthes
Eiffel Tower board leaned around, he saw
Paris, like the black evening dress from falling
A button. Still got the clothes, it? Heaven
No strippers. Circle time
Bright spot is an infinitesimal inhalation, smaller than the buttons.
Then the coffee shop filled with guests.
Light more and more dark. Wandering the chair from the shoulder
Slide down to reach the secret straight waist.
Support a belief in the collapse of the world is easier said than done.
"How long is the snake's waist?" A boy he asked.
He has a father, the dialectics of the Stalin era,
And from the mother recognized the lover, "she more like Nana"
Doctor Zhivago and love of poetry
Know more than that of medicine, "but life?
Who know better life? "The feather is smaller than a group of yellow,
To the coffee shop to chat, spend money to enjoy
A class of leisure time. Anyway, nothing to do.
When we can not generals, missionaries, the President or pirates.
"Girls hands in their heart, dreams of pirates"
Through the green grass, quiet life.
"Where to inquire about the Utopia
Mysterious message? "If people look inward convergence
The unlimited expansion of the emptiness of the material, concentrated
A smaller
To the emptiness of the individual, who may be rescued.
Like coffee shops, like the reed organ in the quiver.
No player. Is there a finger
Message from the infinite universe will hook to the soul?
At this time holding a foreign passport holders rushed out of the cafe.
Transactions between soul and body, in the four
China's giant eyes and the first president under the U.S.
For, as an expression of a fact: We are in the ground
The formation of birds judgments. The distance between the two countries
The distance between the two payment cards. "Playing cards it?
Each card has a queen paid. "
Each country has a pair of cards and a coffee shop.
"You are slowly coffee or a drink it?
Sugar, or hold? "This is the system of sexual and
Confuse the issue. Boil the coffee night
Whether two people will be sleeping with a considerable concentration
Happiest people among us, in ten seconds
Fast old man. The young will fall
From midnight to the dawn of a long wandering.
Continuous drift from one lover to
Another lover, does that mean permanent exile of the soul
Has lost deep in the flesh before with only the turbulent
And complaints to contact the dark forces? Mean
Love under a pair of scissors can only slow motion playback,
_Insert_ed in the fleeting beauty of those between the face?
Two cups of coffee did not touch a long time together,
The future will not collide.
Then the coffee shop only a few people who matter.
Can all go away, fewer and fewer people around.
Perhaps to the end cafes to install the engine and rubber wheels
The whole street when on the move to caravans.
However, never in the minority from the minority
Toward the hole organized around
Touched, even a small step towards a whole. Never.
Even if it means nowhere to go, which means
Wealth in the decimal point after the addition of three Zero
Move to the left of the three. One of the two zero
Frame in the nose, as expensive glasses.
Lens in a hole in a sudden burst
The people to a vision of the terrible depths, see
Every moment of life is zero is infinitely small
Amplified a million times
Towards the generation of bacteria-like life and death. Dream past
Changed a new face. Spend a lifetime
Drinking a cup of coffee, and then out of the coffee shop,
Which casually down the street in the fall asleep.
No, do not promise the future, please Cafe
A past: not just lights, music, house number
The train moved from the chair, tears drift to
And faces. "We are all dreamer. Can not wake up.
Could not move. Can not dream of an earlier dream. "
Now the whole coffee shop has been empty.
"Forget about the things you can not stand." Years later,
A man in search of a cup of coffee another cup of coffee.
He is bound to be a victim of responsibility: the poor man.
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