圣洛朗的眼泪(39)

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Wing-mounted aircraft carries me to the high mountains,
The mountains and rivers like waves passing by under my glide board.
I step on the wheel of wind and fire and walk through the clouds,
Shoulder to shoulder with the cliff and cross the canyon.
I"m like a blue whale,
I"m the giant. The giant is me,
I am the unyielding torture.
I have glided across the continents and seas in a slant line.
The sun of Asia brightens Europe on the back of cattle,
The torch shaped Africa ignited the new world,
People dance the ballet on their toes in Latin America.
You"re black, as dark as the night,
You are white, as white as the day.
Portugal"s and Spanish’s teeth are so sharp,
Gnawing at abandoned drifting plates of earth,
The Tropic of Capricorn drags the waist of the plate between the two oceans.
Gunpowder spewed from the muzzle of the gun, and the gunboat sailed to the anchorage,
The tattoo on the aboriginal faces is full of hatred.