I am from concrete forest,
from Metro Line 16 and taxis.
I am from the tumult of night clubs.
(Vibrant, unexhausted,
it seems to never go to sleep)
I am from skyscrapers,
from Oriental Pearl TV Tower and Global Finance Center.
I am from an overdosage of light beams of the Bund,
where Pudong New District summons its most luxurious features.
Glitters of gold shadows cast
upon the rolling waters of Huangpu River.
I am from crowded apartments in downtown,
where beds are compacted and dreams compromised
and, energetic teenagers turn into
bald middle-aged men and listless housewives.
A lone man walking on the streets in the cold 2 a.m. wind,
drunk
murmuring, a little sadly,
and hid his face amid the pale sun beams rising behind him.
I am from the rich and the poor,
the ancient and the contemporary,
the chaos and the order,
the entangled and the disentangled,
the magnificent and the abominable.
----I am from Shanghai.
