cityscape*

leal senado square, macau ©papa osmubal

leal senado square, macau ©papa osmubal


cityscape*

leung ping-kwan

                        translated by brian holton

The city is always the colour of neon
Secret messages hidden there
The pity is only you’re wearing a mask
No way to know if it’s you that`s speaking
Fruit from many different places
Each with its own tale to tell
In newly dressed shop windows
“Che” rhymes with the latest in shoes
In your little cafes I bump into
Friends I haven’t seen in years
Between pickles and green tea porridge
A cup of tea has drunk away a lifetime
Have you any spare change then?
There are plenty of gods on sale in the market
She cherishes the memory of her last life`s rouge
He likes the celadon green of city dust
So sing me a song then
On the winding midnight street
Yesterday and us, we’ve come face to face
But however we try, we can never recall today

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