Freedom:
In my exercise book.
It's on my desk and in the tree.
On the beach, in the snow.
I'll write down your name.
Of all the books I have read.
On all white pages
On stone, blood paper or ashes
I'll write down your name.
Because of the power of one word
I started my life again.
I have known you since I was born.
Call you
freedom
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childhood
Translated from (France) king
Ⅰ
This darling with yellow hair and black eyes has no parents and no home.
The legend of Mexico and Flanders is more noble, and his territory is green grass.
Long blue sky, he ran on the beach, and the waves without boats used to be fierce.
This beach is named after Greeks, Slavs and Celts.
When I came to the edge of the forest, the flowers in my dream jingled and sparkled.
The girl with orange lips knelt in the flood, rainbow and flowers that infiltrated the pasture.
The grass and the sea cast shadows on her, and her naked body was covered with Tsing Yi.
Women are loitering on the beach, and girls are with tall people.
Blue-gray foam is dark and shiny, and gems are scattered in thawed gardens and jungles.
On the fertile soil, both the young mother and the big sister have pilgrims in their eyes.
Eyes, the queen of Sudan and the graceful princesses are dancing, and there are also outside.
A little girl and a woman with a faint sadness.
Many worries, full of "pro-body" and "kindness"!
Ⅱ
It's her, the dead girl among the roses. The late young mother
Walk down the steps. -Cousin's carriage crunched in the sand. ——
Little brother-(He is in India! ) there, facing the sunset, standing open
On the grass full of carnations. -and the old people have been buried in the blooming violets.
Under the wall.
Fallen bees surrounded the general's former residence. They are in the south.
Along the red road, people came to the empty inn. The castle is gone.
Sell; The blinds are loose and messy. -The priest must have occupied the church.
The key-around the park, the guards' residence is empty and the wall is very high.
Shrugging my shoulders, I saw the trembling treetops. And there is no view inside.
The grassland extends to the countryside, without roosters and anvil. Open the floodgate.
Oh! The wilderness of the crucifixion, the mills, islands and haystacks in the desert!
The magical flowers are buzzing and the slopes are shaking. The legendary beast is superior.
Wandering gracefully. Dark clouds accumulate in the eternal sea where tears gather.
Ⅲ
There is a bird in the forest, and its song makes you stop and blush.
There is a clock that will never ring.
There is a hole in the swamp where the white beast hides.
A church sinks and a lake rises.
An abandoned car slipped down a forest path with a ribbon on it.
A group of dressed-up actors crossed the road at the edge of the jungle.
There is an ending: when you are hungry, someone will expel you.
Ⅳ
I am a saint, praying in the open space-like a tame animal buried.
Head grazing, until the Palestinian seaside.
I am a wise man, sitting in a dark chair. Branches and raindrops, throwing
On the window of the study.
I am a traveler, walking on the road between dense forests; The noise of the sluice,
Cover my steps. For a long time, I stared at the melancholy golden flow poured by the sunset.
I will become an outcast and be thrown on the shore of the vast sea; Or one
A driver's groom touched heaven on his forehead.
The road is rugged and the mountains are covered with shrubs. Air solidifies. Birds and clearing
Spring is still far away! Go further and you will reach the end of the world.
ⅴ
Finally, rent me a grave, paint it with lime and set a bump.
Out of the cement line, deep underground.
I sat at my desk, the light reflected the newspaper I was reading, and I was bored.
Books.
There is a vast space above my underground salon, and the house is like a plant.
Things are as long as ever, and the fog locks the building. Sludge is black and red, a magical city, endless.
Night!
Dropping water from the bottom is only about the thickness of the land. Maybe it's heaven and earth, fire
Hmm? Maybe the moon and comet, ocean and myth meet here?
When I am bitter, I imagine sapphires and metal balls. I am silent.
Master. Why is there a gray window in the corner of the sky?