週日 6月 11, 2006 12:37 am
快樂生了一場病，不停地打嗝。你們給了我們一幢幢空屋，我們花了幾十年將它們填滿。打開了衣櫃，只是一個動作；現在我們得懸掛在衣架上跨夜沉吟，任那些駭人的清晰橫掃模糊。夢境，終將往極致推演……凝結成冰。翌日早晨打開嘴巴，叫醒庭院裡的花──您們捨得摘下她們嗎？
Happiness has fallen ill, burping endlessly. You have given us one empty room after another, after we spent decades filling them. Opening the closet, it is just a gesture; now we are suspended from hangers contem-plating through the night,allowing those terrorists to sweep the mists away into harsh clarity. Dream stste, always infinitely unfolds...solidi-fying into ice. The next morning when the mouthopens, awakening the flowers in the courtyard--can you bear to leave them behind?
刊載於 - Dialogue（103）
