《米兰》

和平岛

大都市

都一个球样

所有的街道，房屋

都围绕着天主大教堂的钟声打转

只是这里的足球王子

是上帝

睾

丸

脖子挂着小牌子的代表们进进出出

对面的EHA2025，米兰国际展览中心

我俩安安静静

坐在喧闹的商业大厦

美食广场的一角

品尝着可口的巧克力冰激淋

斜对过的酒吧

大屏幕

正在转播一场关乎荣耀的联赛

一只皮球

一不小心被踢出了屏幕

于是，所有的眼球

都旋转了起来

一环一环

从一条街区到另一条街区

一个球场到另一个球场

好像多米诺骨牌

慢动作似的

向外飞翔

飞

翔

哪怕直达太阳系的边缘

小行星带

停不下

来

Milan

Peace Island

Metropolises—

They’re all the same damn ball.

Every street, every house,

Spins around the tolling of the Duomo.

Except here, the Prince of Football

is God’s

Tes-

ticles.

Delegates with small tags round their necks drift in and out,

The EHA 2025 at MiCo just across the way.

The two of us, quiet and still,

Sit in a corner of the bustling mall’s

food court,

Savoring delicious chocolate gelato.

In the bar diagonally across,

The big screen

is broadcasting a league match of glory.

A ball

accidentally gets kicked right out of the screen.

And so, every eyeball

starts to spin.

Ring by ring,

From one block to the next,

From one pitch to another,

Like a row of dominoes

In slow motion

Flying outward,

Fly-

ing.

Even reaching the edge of the solar system,

The asteroid belt,

It won't

stop.