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In Alfama I wish I could get lost forever like a ghost finds a key to the past. So the present does not matter. I sat by Tagus, seeing endless thin waves like the time never belongs to me. Yet I belong to a status named life. I must get out of the city. Yet my soul is still left in a mini post shop in Obidos not far from Lisbon. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc), 來自: 118.165.229.80 ※ 文章網址: https://www.ptt.cc/bbs/poetry/M.1550488846.A.592.html ※ 編輯: korn31910 (118.165.229.80), 02/18/2019 19:23:57 ※ 編輯: korn31910 (118.165.229.80), 02/18/2019 19:25:41 ※ 編輯: korn31910 (118.165.229.80), 02/18/2019 19:26:35 ※ 編輯: korn31910 (118.165.229.80), 02/18/2019 19:32:00 ※ 編輯: korn31910 (118.165.229.80), 02/18/2019 21:19:53
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