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Papa Osmubal
The Chinese baker rises earlier than the sun, the birds. His motion is meticulously measured, restrained. He is silent as his shadow. After planting the joss sticks at the altar, he pours his warm drink: the trickling of tea shatters the morning stillness. Then he sets out for work: the aroma of baking bread and steaming dim sum wakes the city up.
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奧斯卡 澳門•清晨
當太陽和小鳥還在睡的時候 點心師博已經起床。 他的動作經過精密的計算，小心翼翼。 他的影子和他一樣安靜。 在香爐裏種了香之後 師博灌了杯暖暖的飲料：倒茶 破壞了早晨的靜止。 接著他著手工作：烘烤麵包的香味 與蒸籠裏的點心叫醒了城市。
翻譯：黃珏、姚風
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Papa Osmubal
late at night in fact so very late amidst thick fogs and rustlings of dry leaves falling on the avenidas the lighthouse blinks – the perennial eye of this city the constant eye of this city |
奧斯卡 澳門．松山燈塔
夜半 其實已是深夜 濃霧中 沙沙作響的枯葉 墜落於林蔭大道 燈塔在眨眼 – 城市這雙 歷久不衰的眼 城市這雙 從不改變的眼
翻譯：黃珏、姚風 |