平凡的殘酷或藝術的俗套

這個世界像蕾絲般柔軟
在我知道什麼叫做
真正甜蜜的愛情之前
早上醒來就要去上班

-- 陳綺貞 花的姿態

今天回家，晚餐吃媽媽做的黑糖烤饅頭、南瓜，又吃了一些彥伶送的起司，邊聽著音樂，感到非常幸福；這時 iPod 中，陳綺貞竟然唱著：「早上醒來就要去上班...」當下我懷疑自己聽錯了。

詠物調──HP Mini

一邊念英文，一邊看著我的HP mini，它低調地閃著不多不少的金屬光澤，鍵盤敲起來手感很好。美的事物真棒。

我的言行舉止跟文字產出也該帶給這世界多一點美，對嗎。

Ain't No Mountain High Enough

(Track by Gaye Marvin)

Listen, baby
Ain't no mountain high
Ain't no vally low
Ain't no river wide enough, baby
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are
No matter how far
Just call my name
I'll be there in a hurry
You don't have to worry
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
Remember the day
I set you free
I told you
You could always count on me
From that day on I made a vow
I'll be there when you want me
Some way,some how
'Cause baby,
There ain't no mountain high enough
Ain't no valley low enough
Ain't no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you
No wind, no rain
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I'll be there on the double

很晚回家，洗了澡，邊套上衣服邊跟著歌高唱的我，心裡想，隨機播放跳出的第一首就是鼓勵我的話語嗎？此刻的我，確實很容易相信有神；神在冥冥之中指引著我，又一次告訴我不要害怕。我希望自己不要憤世嫉俗地把這樣的情形，設想成「苦難時人比較仰賴宗教給的力量」，我寧願相信，自己是一直被看顧的，只是此刻我把自己的眼睛跟心都擦亮了，因而能真正聽見祂要我聽的。心是靈魂之窗，而思考是一方棉布，我耐著性子以時間作為洗劑，擦拭，直至似乎隱約看清自己想要的風景了。終有一天。

Those Dancing Days Are Gone 中譯

Written by W. B. Yeats & Performed by Carla Bruni

Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up
In as foul a rag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
嘿，我要對著妳歌唱
笙歌的日子已遠
絲緞舞衣不再
看妳俯蹲石頭上
酸臭的軀體
一身襤褸
而我金黃的杯中盛陽光
銀色行囊裡帶上月亮

Curse as you may I sing it through;
What matter if the knave
That the most could pleasure you,
The children that he gave,
Are somewhere sleeping like a top
Under a marble flag?
I carry the sun in a golden cup.
The moon in a silver bag.
妳可會咕噥咒罵，我照樣歌唱
就算
昔日那給妳無盡歡娛的無賴小子
還有他讓妳懷上的孩子
而今都直挺挺躺在石板下
又如何
我金黃的杯中盛陽光
銀色行囊裡帶上月亮

I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.
我終於思量清楚，就在今天
日正當中
而一個手執拐杖的老翁
終於可以拋卻一切虛偽
可以歌唱，歡唱直至倒地不起
可以對青春少女高歌
可以對垂垂老嫗吟唱
我金黃的杯中盛陽光
銀色行囊裡帶上月亮