在我的少年时代,我是那种身披黑斗篷的学生诗人,同当时所有的诗人一样消瘦和缺乏营养。我刚刚出版了诗集《晚霞》,体重比一根黑羽毛还轻。我同我的朋友们一起走进一家简陋的下等酒馆。那是探戈舞风靡和流氓横行的时代。跳舞突然停止,探戈舞曲就像酒杯砸在墙上似的突然中断。两个臭名昭著的流氓在舞池当中龇牙咧嘴地互相辱骂。当一个上前打对方时,对方就退却,桌子 In my youth, I was the student poet in a dark cape, wasting and lacking in nutrition as all the poets of the time. I just published a poetry collection, “Sunset,” weighing less than a black feather. I went with my friends to a shabby, second-class pub. It was an era of rage and rascal rampage. Suddenly stopped dancing, tango dance like a glass hit the wall like a sudden interruption. Two infamous rogues stomp each other on the dance floor. When one went up to fight each other, the other retreat, the table