Excerpt from the collection of poems "At dusk, we light a lamp": Reading poems || Sin Posca: At dusk, we light a lamp.
I prefer movies.
I am partial to cats.
I prefer the oak trees by the Wata River.
I like Dickens better than Dostoevsky.
I prefer to like people
More important than loving human beings.
I like to keep a needle and thread at hand in case of emergency.
I prefer green.
I'd rather not put everything
Blame it on reason.
I prefer exceptions.
I would rather leave early.
I prefer to talk to the doctor about something else.
I prefer old-fashioned illustrations with beautiful lines.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poetry.
It's better than the absurdity of not writing poetry.
As far as love is concerned, I prefer a dull anniversary.
So we can celebrate every day.
I prefer such a moralist,
They didn't make any promises to me.
I prefer cunning kindness to credulous kindness.
I prefer the casual earth.
I prefer conquered countries to conquering other countries.
I prefer to be kept.
I prefer chaotic hell to orderly hell.
I prefer Grimm's fairy tales to the front page of the newspaper.
I prefer bare leaves to bare flowers.
I prefer dogs that don't cut their tails.
I like bright eyes because my eyes are black.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that are not mentioned here.
Than a lot of things I don't want to say.
I prefer those loose zeros.
Better than zeros arranged in a sequence.
I prefer the age of insects to the age of stars.
I prefer to beat wood.
I don't want to ask Takuwa when.
I prefer to think about possibilities,
Existence has its own reasons.
They have been left alone for too long,
No love for each other, no words,
So far, what they should get may be
Miracle-lightning strike, or turning into stone.
Even in our two million volumes of Greek mythology,
I can't find a way to save this couple.
Even if someone rings the doorbell, or
Something flashes and disappears again and again,
No matter where it comes from, no matter when,
Whether it's excitement, fear, joy or sadness,
To no avail. Nothing unusual,
There is no deviation, everything comes from this civic drama.
The manipulated plot is so delicate. This time, they
The alienation of arrangement is like a dot on the letter "I".
The background is a solid wall,
They sympathize with each other and stay together.
Staring at the mirror, but there's nothing inside,
Except for your sensitive numbers.
They saw two people in the photo frame.
Things are alert. In different dimensions,
Things between heaven and earth
Look at fate, we are born with these fates,
However, it is still unclear why.
A deer suddenly jumped across the room.
Destroyed the whole universe.
His glance added to my beauty,
I keep it for myself.
I swallowed a star happily.
I allow myself to be fantasized,
Imitate me in his eyes
Images. I dance, dance, dance,
Shake your wings quickly.
Chair is chair, wine is wine,
In a wine glass, in a wine glass
Stand there, stand there.
Only I am fictional,
This is fantasy, this is unbelievable,
So unreal, it pains me.
I told him a story:
Under the dandelion constellation
Martyr's ant.
I swear, if you spill wine,
White roses will sing.
I smiled, my head carefully.
Lean forward, as if observing.
How fantasies happen.
I dance, I dance, I'm at a loss.
In the skin, in my arms, he created.
Eve on the ribs, Venus on the foam of the sea,
Minerva on Jupiter—
All three of them are more real than me.
When he stopped looking at me,
I want to find what I hung on the wall.
Hallucinations. I saw a nail,
There is a picture hanging as always.
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