红了樱桃,绿了芭蕉的共享空间

静静的,总会在浊浊的灯下漫笔.
  正如寂寞的像死铁一样的黑暗中,顿是有一盏孤独的路灯,一片暗照的发黄的雪地,又近至远,蔓延,消淡,逝去....
  将自言自语的心绪寄予一支黑笔,带着灵魂去远行,无言地望着这个将一切都装在黑色中的孤独者,在路灯下徘徊,机械的,来回的徘徊.
  笔随心走,不时他快步来回,像是在追逐着什么,是在追逐吗?追逐自己在诱惑的世俗中未了的遗憾吗?不时他又想雕像一样立在那里,像是在觉悟着什么,是在觉悟吗?觉悟自己庆幸地走出了一个原本就不属于自己的天地吗?不时他又缓慢的移步,像是在寻觅着什么,是在寻觅吗?寻觅一份纵然即逝的眷恋,一份泥醉在美中的感动吗??
   灯下像是飘起了飞雪,落上他的帽檐,肩膀,黑色的皮鞋尖,你为什么还站着,....
  难道...
   难道你也孤独??
  隔着紧落的飞雪,他抬起头,隔着紧落的飞雪,那眼神隐约却不朦胧,那眼神如我般忧郁,却能让彼此喧燥的心平静下来,那眼神如我一般呆滞,却足以让彼此被痛愤压制的心力憔悴的灵魂得到抚慰,那眼神如我一般的孤独,却能让彼此静静得忍受一切落寞而不至于沉沦.
  此刻,心与心相接,发现自己与这雪地笔人之间居然有着无数不可思议的线条,意境之中,彼此在同一片黑暗中彷徨,冥冥中却注定会在同一块暗灯雪地下不期而遇,将自己的心情灌入笔中,在足迹中流露出湿湿的心声.
  与你同步,渐渐的,之间居然有了一种无言的默契.原来是彼此不知不觉中的逃避和潜意识下寻求的解脱,正如睡觉,死亡....
   当笔墨与足迹产生共鸣.忽然有一种渴望,渴望有一个知己,能听自己陈述一份酝酿在心底最柔嫩处十分混乱的感情.
   然而无此时,无此地,无此人了....
   于是忧愁升起,于是心灵变得潮湿,于是又循环了,嘿!黑衣笔人,你难道也同样落魄,在这残灯下踏着昏黄的雪地,迟迟不愿离去 ,难道你也无处可去,难道你在这茫茫人海之中也寻不得一个知己之人.
   难道你有疑惑,为何自己收留他们遗忘的真爱,为何捡得他们视不曾见的善美,----为何竟因此而孤独???
   难道你又疑惑,为何他们活在自己最唾弃的角落,为何他们追求最庸俗的格调,为何在人欲横流之中他们仍能如鱼得水,乐在其中,仍能成群接队,臭味相投,....为何他们仍是赢者.??
  嘿!黑衣笔人,你不必孤独,要输就输个彻底,输个痛快,我与你同路,这是心有灵犀的快乐,还是同病相怜的无奈?----这有什么关系,让我们告诉自己,无论怎样的经历都将是一种美,即使落魄,仍可拥有一颗欣赏美的心,仍可相信,痛会过去,而美却可流传...
   相信,天下得一知己足已,我已满足,尽管这一胶黑暗的笼罩下,彼此都已筋疲力尽,但不是还有一球灯光留给我们共谈,逃避...
.....终于,困了,我~~~~只要倒在这台灯之下,终于,累了....你~~~只要斜躺在这暗灯雪地....
...留的满满的一蓝足迹...
  雪好象还在下着,覆盖了我的心绪,覆盖了你的足迹,覆盖了同眠的我们......

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sunrise

sunrise sunrise
looks like morning in your eyes
but the clocks had nine fifteen for hours

sunrise sunrise
couldnt tempt us if it tried
cause the afternoons already come and gone
and i said
hooohooo hooohooo hooohooo
do you

surprise surprise
couldnt find it in your eyes
but im sure its written all over my face

surprise surprise
never something i could hide
when i see weve made through another day
then i say

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December 31

happy new year!

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December 05

I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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November 05

《From Song Of Myself》

I think I could turn and live a while with the animals...
我想我可以和这些动物们一起住一段时间
they are so placid and self-contained,
它们是如此的温和，自给自足
I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.
有时候我可以大半天站着观察它们
They do not sweat and whine about their condition ,
他们不出汗，也不抱怨生存条件
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.
晚上他们也不躺下休息，而是为他们的罪过而哭泣
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God
他们向上帝陈述自己的职责，这一点都不让人讨厌
Not one is dissatisfied...
没有谁是不满意的
not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
没有谁因为占有欲而发狂
Not one kneels to another,nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago.
没有谁向谁屈尊下跪，或是盲目崇拜着他们几年前的祖先
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth
在这片大地上，没有谁是值得尊重或勤劳刻苦的