The Strawberry Fields.
The Quing Upon the Hill.
It's what we were never told, the stories that could never thrill
because we never knew they were stories to begin with.
So begin again:
ja susudeh ngua tempu
kora bos kereh sabeh ngua kaminyu nubu
pra buskah lugah di morfosi,
pra jelvah tudu
ta dueh, ta tokah fikah suzu
kauzu impodih kureh na sanggi;
impodih parseh na libru
Inggres.
Mas na libru Kristang?
Ke na otru stori-stori, sempri na redondu di Vahang
kung bolsu-bolsu di Figurang
teng mulera skundidu, na korpu di Orsang
it really takes a very stout heart
and an immensely creative art
to conceal it all, whole and half and part:
and luckily, it takes one even stouter
to strut, and prattle, and flout
every single rule about what bobs to the surface
and what does not.
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