The typhoon has arrived.
Wind force 12.
It is merciful.
From this city,
it has taken only one person away,
the one with unkempt hair.
The one who wanders all day along the edge of the city
longing for something new to shake his soul.
Now it’s been realized.
My body carries mind, belief, spirit,
thoughts, desires, eccentricity, wicked ideas, and underarm smell.
They are parasites in the home of my body.
I have to treat every guest equally.
It was one of the few journeys we had,
in Qingdao nine years ago.
It belongs to the summer of love.
On the beach there were castles and writing in the sand.
The fresh scallops at the small restaurant
were cheap. I remember
that we stayed in a school,
which had been made into a hostel that summer,
a summer when we loved watching movies.
There was a night that we sat
in the movie theater till sunrise.
We liked the film
We were astonished by a kind of fish
This beautiful kind of fish ends its life
with delightful sexual intercourse.
Nine years have passed.
And we cannot remember
though its miserable ending
Translations from the Chinese