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耻辱

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或许,在我的前半生中
我曾杀死过自己的父亲和母亲,
呵,永远的上帝呀!如果这是真的――
我已被惩罚被注定痛苦终生。

即使我喊一声我的小狗
再向我的马儿递一个眼色,
它们也不会听从我发出的信号,
而会从我身边跑掉。

即使我走向白浪滔滔的大海,
那是我早已熟知的地方,
可就连大海也会因悲哀而脸色发黑,
急忙从我身边撤退。

我生命中的每一天都像死水一潭波澜不惊,
所有的故事都不属于我,而属于别人,
有的只是倦怠,它根本就不值,
还有就是柏拉图式的爱情。

死样的倦怠要来就让它来吧,
它丝毫不会妨碍我等待,
我将重新成为一个斗士,
而这,就是我的期待。


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