蓝水兵的小世界
文/厉雄(西班牙)
半个世纪,蓝水兵黝黑的血液里
小野兽的性格郁郁葱葱
脸上的岔道
纵横交错
如一条条密密麻麻的航线
乱作一团的酒醉,在甲板上踉跄
海的外面还是海
除了蓝色叠着蓝色,就是孤独枕着孤独
大片大片反光的材质
统一部署
单调乏味充斥血液里的关隘
任意一礁石
浪花飞溅另一块填海的石头
会遇见蓝水兵
尽管是黄昏的样子
那深邃的眼神,超过闪电
在大海与沙滩之间,一群海鸥摇摆不定
贴着海面
海风将躯体涂成蓝色
某些秘密隐入大海
蓝水兵提起笔,把海鸥与自己刻在礁石上
The Blue Sailor’s little world
By/ Li Xiong (Spain)
Tr./Qi Fengyan
Half a century has passed. In the blue sailor’s dark blood,
The character of a little beast is still lush.
The furrows in his face,
Crisscross,
Are the dense sailing routes.
A mess of drunkenness lurches on the deck.
What is beyond the sea is still the sea,
One layer of blue folds on another, loneliness pillows on loneliness.
Large sheets of reflective material
Are under unified deployment,
The monotony fills fully the pass in the blood.
Any reef,
Any land filling stone when splashed by waves,
Will encounter the blue sailor.
Although he seems like dusk,
That pair of deep eyes are brighter than the lightning.
Between the sea and the sand, a flock of seagulls are swaying,
Approximating the surface of the sea.
The sea breeze paints its body blue,
Some secrets disappear into the sea.
The blue sailor picks up his pen, and carves a seagull and himself in the reef.