关于我的梦想的英文诗歌

　　My Dreams, My Clouds, Your World

　　我的梦想，我的云，你们的世界

　　It's a long endless road. I don't know where is it taking me but I am running along with it. I am not running because I want to but because I have to. It's been a long run and I am worn out, still I have to run.

　　Here is New York. The city of high-rises, proud and loud, big and brash. I arrived here a few days ago, as an illegal immigrant. There was no legal way out, I am sorry for that. I desperately wanted to come here; I wanted my dreams to come true. I brought my dreams with me into another dream New York. It was my dream.

　　After arriving here I had nowhere to go. I looked around in complete bemusement and concluded that I was a misfit here. But soon this notion died away as I looked up in the sky. The clouds yes. The clouds, they were the same as I left them in my country. They are same everywhere. That's why I was no foreigner to them, they were my clouds.

　　So it was no problem now, wherever the clouds were, the place was mine. I started wandering in the streets. While roving around, somewhere in the middle of the Big Apple, in abandoned streets, I could see theflip side of the dazzling picture of the metropolis. It was all dark; it was all full of drug-addicts and unofficially declared insignificant old people waiting for no one but the angel of bereavement.

　　I didn't dream my dream to be like this so I left the place. I went to Downtown and that was the first mistake I made. I was too busy flying in Manhattan with my delusions that I forgot Interpol. They were after me ever since I landed here; after all I was a prohibited migrant.

　　漫无尽头的公路。我不知道它去向何方，但我还是沿着它不停的奔跑。我奔跑，不是因为想要这样而是我必须跑。路很长，我筋疲力尽，但我还是得跑。

　　这里是纽约。一个大厦林立、妄自尊大、繁杂喧闹、傲慢无礼的城市。几天前我就到了这里，我的身份是：非法移民。我没有什么合法的方式可以来这儿，对此我非常遗憾。我热切的渴望来到这里，我希望我的梦想能在这里变成现实。我带着我的梦想来到了另一个梦想里面纽约，我的梦想。

　　我无处可去。非常困惑的放眼四望，我得出结论：我与这周围的一切是如此的不和谐。但当我抬头看天，这种想法就迅速的离我而去了。云，是的。云，它们还和我在自己的国家与它们作别时一模一样。他们无论在哪里都是一样。这就是为什么对于它们来说我不是异乡人的原因，它们是我的云。

　　于是一切问题都解决了，云在哪里，哪里就是我的领地。我开始在街上游荡。我在没有人管的街上走着，那是大苹果的中间地带的某个地方，在这里，我看见了耀眼光鲜的大都市的另一面。它是阴暗的，到处是不可自拔的吸毒者，还有那些被非正式的宣告为毫无价值的老人们，除了死神，他们没有什么好等。

　　我从来没有梦想过我的梦想会是这个样子，于是我离开了这个地方。我走向市区，这是我犯下的的第一个错误。我在曼哈顿疾驰行走，内心满是迷惑，也由此忘记了那些国际警察。从一来到这里他们就跟上我了，毕竟我是个不被接受的移民者。

　　For a split second I thought I should let them know why I had to come here, so that they would let me subsist here. I wanted to tell them that I am here just to make some money, the legal way. I wanted to earn a lot of money and then I would go back to my roots. I'll go back to where money matters. where men matter only when they've got money. If I get the money, I'll matter too.

　　But of course they wouldn't pay attention. Why should they let me take their riches? It's their country.

　　I was walking offhandedly in a busy street when I felt someone staring at me. I looked at him and he started looking somewhere else. Interpol. I slipped into the crowd and vanished. That was the second mistake I made. I made them suspicious of me. But I was frightened; I didn't know what to do. For next two days I went on hiding. And then I made the final mistake. I met a fellow countryman of mine, rather he met me. He told me he could get me a job. I was running low on cash so I quickly said yes___ and then slowly said no. He wanted me to deal in drugs. I couldn't do that. I wanted to earn money the legal way I told him and said no. He vanished. When I turned around, I saw the same Interpol man looking at me, standing in the corner of the street. Before I could take my first step, he disappeared behind the wall and then I didn't take my first step. I just stood there. It wasn't good. They must have thought I have joined them. But they don't know it. They must be thinking I am one of them, they are thinking wrong. I must tell them I am not what they think I am.

　　有一瞬间我想也许我应该让他们知道我为什么必须来这里，没准他们会愿意让我在这儿待下去。我想告诉他们我只是来挣点钱，合法的挣点钱。我想挣一大笔钱，然后就回家乡去，回那个钱真正管事的地方。在那里，有钱人才是大爷。如果我有了钱，我也是大爷。

　　当然，他们不会理会这个问题，他们凭什么让我拿走他们的财富呢，这毕竟是他们的国家。

　　空着手，走在一条热闹的大街上，我感觉有人在盯着我。我向他看去，他就看别的地方。国际警察。我闪进人丛溜掉了。这是我犯下的第二个错误。这会让他们怀疑我。但我很害怕，我不知道该怎么做。后来的两天，我继续躲躲藏藏。接下来我犯了最致命的错误。我碰到了一个同胞，确切的说，是他碰到了我。他说他能给我找一份工作。因为我的钱快花光了，所以我很快答应了他，又嗫嚅的说了一声"不"。他想让我倒卖毒品。我可不能那么做。我告诉他我想要用合法的方式挣钱，并且拒绝了他。他走了。当我转过身来，却看见那个一直跟着我的国际警察正在盯着我，他站在街道的拐角处。我还没来得及迈开一步，他就躲到墙后不见了，于是我没有动。我就站在那里。那样不好，他们一定以为我和那老乡是一伙的。他们不知道事实，他们一定在想我也是一个贩毒的，但他们想错了。我得告诉他们我不是他们想象的那种人。

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