Sabtu, 19 Mei 2012

puta


the moon moves the the west without any sounds,
voiceless (puta keng)
the fisherman goes home bringing his nets,
doesn't fish (puta yu)
no longer need an umbrella after a clear sky after the rain,
don't bring an umbrella (puta san)
the blacksmith has a break and a tea in the light,
doesn't forge iron (puta tie)
the woodcutter brings firewood down the mountain in the morning,
doesn't cut wood (puta cai)
the hunter calls his dog bringing his hunting piece,
doesn't hunt (puta lie)
a beautiful lady jumps from the see-saw,
doesn't play see-saw (puta chiuchien)
the young man who sells oil change his profession and goes around the world,
doesn't get oil (puta you)

puta! (don't hit)


you waited for me for nine months, perhaps more...

puta!

puta!
i found many reasons to make you angry but you just weren't...


puta!
puta!
puta!
puta...
puta!
puta!
puta!


puta, a poem by chiung yao
taken from princess huan zhu II 5, back to the city of memories

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