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2015-02-27 09:45 |
Talk Between the Cow and the Grass Authored and Translated by Ye Shuishan Couldn’t I just think if I am not allowed to do Couldn’t I just dream if I am not permitted to think You guts are all about thinking While mine are about dreaming Which actually are the dormant but poised volcanoes Inside which are burning and boiling What is needed is no more than a chance Or an aftershock from a remote earthquake
Your thinking is probably more daring My dream, however, is also bold beyond comparing Yours is a silent monologue inside And mine a murmuring by a runaway soul In this fake reality that has been hushed I need a dream-reader and you a Freud
Don’t just open the water gate to my mind Don’t just loosen the rope around my soul Please let me speak, give me a chance to be naked Even in this heaven sealed by snow storm I’d be free and easy instead of being lonesome |
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