警车里这位仁兄大喊:“Mereka ikat dengan ketat, darah tak boleh mengalir !!”警察连手铐也省下了,竟然用捆箱用的塑料带子来捆人,那种塑带一旦拉紧,肯定十分紧绷且带来痛楚。我望望左右,旁边只有一位看来和我一样不是媒体记者的女性友族同胞,只好向这位仁兄点点头,好,kawan,我记下了。
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which I cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me though I have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens (touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, I and my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly, as when the heart of this flower imagines the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals the power of your intense fragility: whose texture compels me with the color of its countries, rendering death and forever with each breathing
( i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses) nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands