水在比我低的地方,永远如此。我凝视它的时候,总要垂下眼睛。好像凝视地面,凝视地面的组成部分、地面的坎坷。.它无色,闪光,无定形,消极但固执于它唯一的癖性:重力。为了满足这种癖性,它掌握非凡的本领:兜绕、穿越、侵蚀、渗透。这种癖好对它自己也起作用:它崩坍不已,形影不固,唯知卑躬屈膝,死尸一样俯伏在地上,就像某些修士会的僧侣。永远到更低的地方去, Water is always lower than I am. When I gaze at it, always drop my eyes. Seems to stare at the ground, gazing at the components of the ground, the rough ground. It is colorless, flashy, amorphous, passive but stubborn in its only habit: gravity. In order to satisfy this habit, it has mastered the extraordinary skills of walking around, crossing, eroded and infiltrated. This hobby also works for itself: it collapses, the shadow does not solidify, its knees, its knees, falls like a dead monk, like the monks of certain monks. Go to a lower place forever,