Saturday, April 30, 2011

我要飞

我要飞,
我要飞,
我要飞......


给我翅膀,
给我羽毛,
给我轻盈的身躯!


我要做一只展翅高飞、
遥望远处的隼鸟。
从栖息的枝桠腾空跃起,
拍拍双翼,
向远东朝阳初生的地平线
飞去。


亲爱的我要逃离这尘世,
撇下贪婪、欲求、媚惑。
亲爱的我求你与我同行,
取代孤单做我的同行者。


我要飞,
我要到那自由的地方。
我要静悄悄地离开,
不拿走任何虚荣,
不拿走任何虚妄。


亲爱的
跟我来,
就让我俩
两袖清风,
往远方飞,
飞向那片自由的云彩。
还有
那片自由的天穹。


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Sunday, April 24, 2011

容我小小的幼稚

偶然从布满尘埃的回忆储藏室里
寻出个生锈的童年回忆小铁盒。
也好不容易在杂乱的储藏室地板
摸出铁盒的那把不起眼的、褪色的小钥匙。


闲来无聊把钥匙插入钥匙孔里,
喀嚓地把铁盒打开。
随手在里头翻它几下,
挖了几首小时候喜好的动画片里的音乐。
赫然发现哪怕那是多久之前的回忆,
如今一听之下燃起的火焰依旧足以温暖
成长后渐渐失去活力的冰冷心跳。



'Wherever You Are' from Pooh's Grand Adventures (1997)


'If It Says So' from Pooh's Grand Adventures (1997)


'Wherever You Are' Pooh's Grand Adventures End Title


'The Wonderful Thing About Tiggers'


'Your Heart Will Lead You Home' from The Tigger Movie (2000) by Kenny Loggins


'With A Few Good Friends' from Piglet's Big Movie (2003) by Carly Simon


'The More I Look Inside' from Piglet's Big Movie (2003) by Carly Simon


请容许我小小的幼稚,
让我得以搭上那难得为我开来的列车,
通往下一站目的地——最珍贵的童年回忆。


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Saturday, April 23, 2011

轻轻地垂下结束的舞台幕

轻轻地离开,
留下阵阵嘶哑的回音,
在回荡、回荡......
回荡于记忆这宽敞的大礼堂里,
随手再抛去礼堂的金钥匙。


轻轻地一笑,
怨恨伤痛烦闷蒙上了薄薄的纱,
覆盖它,覆盖它,
覆盖于闪亮的光荣的咧嘴一笑,
不再掘起。


轻轻地闭眼,
深深吸入甘甜的氧气,
将其化为朝露浇灌于发疼的脑袋,
在回忆的花圃栽一株小红花,
淡淡发香。


轻轻地退走,
我不会再回来,
我轻轻地回眸一笑,
挥手道别,
不多留一声的迥音。


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Tuesday, April 19, 2011

欣赏画作

让我们好好欣赏接下来这部短片。


短片里这家伙确实有两把刷子,
画出来的图画有条有理,栩栩如生。
老人、喂食幼儿的鸟、狗儿、一位抽烟斗的先生、一位头发浓密的男生、另一只鸟儿、超人以及一位头戴鸭舌帽的小伙子。
个个都画得很好,
让我看了翘起大拇指。





什么?
你说你看到了什么?
肮脏?
鸟儿、老人、超人有什么好肮脏的?
真搞不懂你是怎么看的......


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Sunday, April 10, 2011

吹风

静悄悄地
无声地
立在无人寂静的街道旁
浇湿自己在三月淋漓的雨中。


我欲对吹来的风
投以真挚的一笑。
冷风抚我面而过,
欲与我背道而驰。


风吹走了,
我的笑
冷了,
风一阵轻蔑的咻咻声响,
把我脸颊的温度带走。


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Thursday, April 7, 2011

野火


燥热干涸的心像正午的干草
燃起熊熊的烈火。


干渴的空气刮起了阵阵强风
吹得蓝蓝心海变成炽热的火红。


炽热的火海灼伤了喉头,
嘶哑地放声大吼,
嘶哑地从口腔吐出丝丝火花。
灼伤了旁人、灼伤了自己。


燥热的额头滴着颗颗汗珠,
燥热的额头也瞬间将之蒸发,
十分
燥热
让我无奈。


空雷不雨的天,
嘈杂喧哗的地,
炎热疯狂迷失的我。



燥热干涸的心像正午的干草
稍稍摩擦,
一触即发,
炎热的
疯狂的
迷失的我。


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Saturday, April 2, 2011

I Wonder Why by Curtis Stigers

没有胡乱盲目的词句,
没有新潮怪异的编曲,
也没有主张奢侈繁华的MV。
只有一个爵士乐家,
将他真挚的感情
透过萨克斯风、透过缓缓的歌声,
挥洒于每一调每一曲每一个音符。


好歌。
值得一听的好歌。



LYRICS:
Love is a hunger,
that burns in my soul,
but you didn't notice the pain.
Love is an anchor,
that won't let me go,
I reach out to hold you,
but you push me away,
and you always convince me to stay.


And I wonder why we hold on
with tears in our eyes,
And I wonder why we have to break down
to make things alright,
and I wonder why I can't seem
to tell you goodbye.
Yea I wonder why.

I'm no angel,
with my selfish pride,
but I love you more everyday.
Love is an anger,
that builds up inside,
as the tears of frustration,
roll down my face.
Why does love always have to turn out this way.

And I wonder why I hold on

with tears in our eyes.
And I wonder why we have to break down
to just make things right.
And I wonder why I can't seem
to tell you goodbye.
Oh I wonder why.

I don't want to fight again tonight
about the little things,
please baby.
I just want to find my way back to love.
Oh and I'll meet you there, baby


And I wonder why I hold on
with tears in our eyes.
And I wonder why oh why we have to break down
to just make things right.
And I wonder why I can't seem
to tell you goodbye.

Oh baby,
I wonder why
and I wonder why......



-爵士钢琴版


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喜好音乐却无法自行创造音乐,向往自由却将自己限制于机械般的城市生活,喜好出外蹦跳流汗却非杰出的运动员,对文学创作有一丝兴趣却没有一头丰裕的文字,天生感性却拥有略带不自然的理性。这是个普通的少年,一个还有很多事要懂、很多事还需要自己揭发的少年。