tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-173726722011-07-28T08:31:34.125-07:00un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-64405444354631676862008-01-20T00:16:00.000-08:002008-01-20T00:20:25.025-08:00以接近落日的角度，雁行人字飛掠而過<span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />迴繞遠颺後紛紛跌進對岸的山中</span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">撞成一片夜色如墨，與流淌汗水交融<br />街燈頓時點染出黏膩的筆觸，凝結風聲</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/R5MELQHka8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-s6p2g8drh0/s1600-h/A+010.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/R5MELQHka8I/AAAAAAAAACM/-s6p2g8drh0/s320/A+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157470589621136322" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-6440544435463167686?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-30955158330066654472007-11-19T09:19:00.001-08:002007-11-19T09:36:23.115-08:00這趟行旅太接近孤獨<span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />即使身邊如織過客臉上掛著笑意</span><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">白樺樹總冷漠以待。</span><br /><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />派對結束，眾人換上黑色喪服<br />看遠方燈火一盞盞在霧裡滅熄</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/R0HF51MJjFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YTbxX8oWGm0/s1600-h/32010011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/R0HF51MJjFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/YTbxX8oWGm0/s320/32010011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134602647500328018" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-3095515833006665447?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-42075998109243576982007-09-22T03:07:00.000-07:002007-09-23T08:41:17.888-07:00<span style="font-family:新細明體;">匆忙奔下石階，左右張望</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />妳細瘦的身影被嘈雜而未能索解的人聲剪去</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><span style="font-family:新細明體;">汗水頹然，風景乾澀難聞<br />皺眉只比無言抗議稍輕……</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p></o:p></span><st1:chsdate year="2007" month="11" day="14" islunardate="True" isrocdate="False" st="on"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">十月初五</span></st1:chsdate><span style="font-family:新細明體;">，</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;">我們在異地竊取了</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;">提早重逢的時間</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RvTqjr5GqTI/AAAAAAAAABs/O_XhdVNhjOs/s1600-h/51240013.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RvTqjr5GqTI/AAAAAAAAABs/O_XhdVNhjOs/s320/51240013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112969375770913074" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-4207599810924357698?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-87993308405488911562007-08-26T23:50:00.000-07:002007-08-29T09:11:37.108-07:00<span style="font-family:新細明體;">那驟雨，尾隨夜貓躡步足跡</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />趁隙大舉入侵，群窗紛紛喊痛</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">幸喜眷掛早已熟成，門扉後<br />足夠釀出柔若無骨的纏綿，靜靜舒展</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">妳半裸的睡姿</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;">輕易</span><span style="font-family:新細明體;">弭平一場風暴</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RtJyB_zHy4I/AAAAAAAAABk/f6418MKHBD4/s1600-h/IMG_3185-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103266706395483010" style="cursor: pointer;" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RtJyB_zHy4I/AAAAAAAAABk/f6418MKHBD4/s320/IMG_3185-1.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-8799330840548891156?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-10873898692894084362007-07-24T19:08:00.000-07:002007-07-24T19:28:23.314-07:00穿過冷窗，綠草間有銀芒閃動<span style="font-family:新細明體;"><br />那是雨後被稀釋的思念，依依不捨</span> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:新細明體;">離散早早打出預告<br />潑上水岸的暮色因而略嫌單調</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/Rqayk3oI5wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p6N1NtxQNMc/s1600-h/prague+2+009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/Rqayk3oI5wI/AAAAAAAAAA8/p6N1NtxQNMc/s320/prague+2+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090952775266264834" border="0" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-1087389869289408436?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-60669757108193287112007-06-20T20:01:00.000-07:002007-06-21T00:29:02.709-07:00妳說彼此之間的引線過長<br />只來得及點著零星火光<br /><br />怎辦？讓思念揉進煙花深處<br />空中激撞飛散後，隔江對看<br /><br />我聽見尖銳的雨聲，真的。<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RnntAzUnbVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OkAmLRn9_dY/s1600-h/IMG_1910.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078350652869406034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RnntAzUnbVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/OkAmLRn9_dY/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-6066975710819328711?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-88683672619442065902007-06-13T18:25:00.000-07:002007-06-13T21:49:58.024-07:00加入再多的防腐劑也永遠適量<br /><br />春天走過夏天走過秋天走過冬天走過 ……<br />連同其他臉孔一併被割棄在蒙塵的地面<br /><br />公寓生活，請安心食用。<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RnCdSDUnbUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eDMaa3lee7M/s1600-h/_MG_1891-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075729713501531458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RnCdSDUnbUI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eDMaa3lee7M/s320/_MG_1891-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-8868367261944206590?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-66258430474176208022007-05-11T10:58:00.000-07:002007-05-11T11:18:50.960-07:00這公園迴聲著實太多……<br /><br />跨坐在停止旋轉的木馬上<br />過去的妳，竟爾對我熱切的呼喚無動於衷<br />暮色垂落，終於明白煙花抵不上幾回摩挲<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RkSyIxjex4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMqEhIwfwto/s1600-h/94120027.jpg"></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RkSyIxjex4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMqEhIwfwto/s1600-h/94120027.jpg"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RkSyIxjex4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMqEhIwfwto/s1600-h/94120027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063367744882132866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RkSyIxjex4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/BMqEhIwfwto/s320/94120027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-U0ak6MPZG8/RkSw5hjex3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P3Ai-ubO7jM/s1600-h/94120027.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-6625843047417620802?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1175674882184803722007-04-04T01:13:00.000-07:002007-05-11T11:21:54.420-07:00蛛絲爬滿那故事……<br /><br />角色、情節俱已模糊不清<br />（妳想，還能過問什麼呢？）<br /><br />伸手急欲撥開<br />沾黏身上的除了塵垢<br /><br />還有，早就失卻重量的昔日。<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/1600/252608/cesky-krumlov%20005.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/320/982709/cesky-krumlov%20005.jpg" width="321" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-117567488218480372?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1172420614769442152007-02-25T08:13:00.000-08:002007-02-25T08:23:34.780-08:00往事裊裊不散<br />妳說該找個溫暖些的角落祛寒<br /><br />我遂以月光為引，點燃夜色<br />在逐漸褪紅的灰燼旁，淚水潺潺<br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/1600/316674/94220017.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/320/834495/94220017.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-117242061476944215?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1168185140447053132007-01-07T07:48:00.000-08:002007-01-07T07:52:20.460-08:00酷寒，夜色往往如鋼<br />月光墜地竟爾鏗然<br /><br />捧雪懷中緩步離去<br />即將擦肩的陌生女子臉上飛出幾隻蝴蝶翩然而來<br /><br /> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/1600/468448/st.petersbourg%202%20001.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/320/917028/st.petersbourg%202%20001.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-116818514044705313?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1167409761729837292006-12-29T08:28:00.000-08:002007-05-11T11:24:15.860-07:00松濤拂石<br />亦枯亦榮<br /><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/1600/872187/94260004.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4535/1653/320/461777/94260004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-116740976172983729?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1163696374815678132006-11-16T08:52:00.000-08:002006-11-16T08:59:34.826-08:00寒意逼人<br />將過去一折一折裁下，包裹無路可退的思念。<br /><br />不解妳因何垂首低泣<br />或許琴音過於乾澀？<br /><br />穿過某段記憶之後<br />我們所遭逢的，其實是相同的荒蕪。<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/116/298823129_cb1d5a58db.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/116/298823129_cb1d5a58db.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-116369637481567813?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1159692885828316632006-10-01T01:50:00.000-07:002006-10-01T01:54:45.836-07:00浪花羞澀退走，失憶者<br />從寄居蟹殘破的居所盜取過往的潮聲<br /><br />震耳欲聾。剪壞的畫面頓時疊映在傘下陰影<br />邁步，向無能止渴的海水走去<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/84/243179342_81329c64a2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/84/243179342_81329c64a2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-115969288582831663?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1158115171748679722006-09-12T19:34:00.000-07:002006-09-12T20:37:35.406-07:00秋日獨醉未免過於放蕩<br />索性踏葉穿林，蜿蜒而上<br /><br />嚥下滿喉迎面而來的壯闊山水<br />身軀反而輕了起來，在繞腰雲靄中飄晃<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/51779898_43d5758cb8.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/51779898_43d5758cb8.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-115811517174867972?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1155315779275886412006-08-11T09:29:00.000-07:002006-08-11T10:24:30.126-07:00不聞紫丁香，但接近尾聲的七月<br />還是殘酷。即使夜裡常見滿天星斗燦似麗花<br /><br />於是這城市過多的人開始失眠<br />把夢切片，沾著已然腐壞的悲傷進食<br /><br />清晨渾濁，將太陽裝進左邊眼眶<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/40/82766619_608547e2fc.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/40/82766619_608547e2fc.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-115531577927588641?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1152459141496942442006-07-09T08:28:00.000-07:002006-07-09T08:32:21.506-07:00看不見的蟬聲破門而入<br />鑿穿明顯稀薄的耳膜<br /><br />匿名的夏日於是失去平衡<br />跌撞之間，墜海。<br /><br />幾朵泡沫緩緩上升，用盡全力綻放<br />過期的底片捕捉到另一個世界的光<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/29/48572266_17aa896308.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/48572266_17aa896308.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-115245914149694244?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1150547158205293132006-06-17T05:18:00.000-07:002006-06-17T07:44:22.413-07:00世界不停迴轉，還是<br />我身單獨旋繞難止？<br /><br />雨滴相互撞擊後逬散逸走<br />把偶遇的傷口浮刻在已然氾濫的惡水之上<br /><br />向心離心，其實都與左胸腔內的跳動無關<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/48572981_9246119886.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/48572981_9246119886.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-115054715820529313?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1147456672100640162006-05-12T10:55:00.000-07:002006-05-12T11:09:33.026-07:00<div align="justify">地平線一片赤裸<br /><br />透過閃躲的凝視，再不顧是否優雅華麗<br />我們以即將乾涸的血，臨摹無能挑剔的殘風敗景<br /><br />世界持續傾斜著<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/50/130101958_40e5a0682f.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/50/130101958_40e5a0682f.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114745667210064016?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1147402675675488262006-05-11T19:38:00.000-07:002006-05-11T19:57:55.693-07:00垂繩入井<br />妳哀傷的眸色伺機而動<br /><br />只得用那方洗後摺得過份整齊的手帕<br />拭去漸行漸遠終於隱逝在闐暗深林的一聲長嘆<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/6/75949837_493cf23d54.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/6/75949837_493cf23d54.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114740267567548826?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1146757522296851552006-05-04T08:40:00.000-07:002006-05-04T08:45:22.306-07:00亡魂敲醒沉寂多時的鐘聲，尾隨<br />行旅沿途掠奪而來的一具具春骸<br /><br />廣場上，持著鐮刀的骷髏越門而出<br />冷冷砍下眾人肆無忌憚的<br /><br />笑<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/28/48574088_da374dbcd3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/48574088_da374dbcd3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114675752229685155?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1145638028423492692006-04-21T09:41:00.000-07:002006-04-21T09:47:08.436-07:00逗點，之後的第一聲輕呼<br />妳走來的姿態像風箏隨時會被某個巷口絆住<br /><br />急忙伸手去扶<br />跌進懷裡的，竟是早已滋長多時的蔓草雜蕪<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/130101955_31f09d4058.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/130101955_31f09d4058.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114563802842349269?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1145281672644710152006-04-17T06:45:00.000-07:002006-04-19T18:41:01.240-07:00兩萬三千英呎的高空<br />不意被撞見的圓月清朗如鏡，只好偽善笑著<br /><br />無垠灰暗草原上僅有孤傲巨鳥振翅疾飛羽翼如刃一路劃破風的喉管<br /><br />地表，血流成河<br />戀人們困頓相擁<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/54/130101954_abecae35b2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/54/130101954_abecae35b2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114528167264471015?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1142955885103694462006-03-21T07:43:00.000-08:002010-11-30T07:42:19.771-08:00R.<br />只好繼續漂浮<br />跟擺上一球香草冰淇淋的咖啡，或者，<br />湛藍海底緩動開合似傘的水母無關<br /><br />但情感那塊舢舨早已不知所蹤<br /><br />A.<br />將蓋著妳郵戳的信撕去<br />也就撕去了彼此的遇合<br /><br />沒有一絲情緒，擁枕而睡<br />夢的形體過於畸零，乾涸在清醒冬日<div><br />K.<br />妳在午夜的房間惺忪等候<br />我從河岸帶回一縷熨貼的溫熱<br /><br />半空中斗大雨滴打下<br />暫停、再度播放，再找不著確切頻率<br /><br />I.<br />總想，若未曾斷然遠離這島……<br /><br />躲在殼中，從妳已消失的背影讀起<br />一字伴隨一淚滴落，未成珍珠只是消融<br /><br />寒風打窗作響，猶似對自己的咒罵<br /><br />V.<br />趕在又一次大雪落下之前<br />從妳凌亂但溫暖的軀體出境<br /><br />亮晃的棕髮在陽光底下像把利刃<br />我敞開的左胸血跡斑斑，自此失語<br /><br />E.<br />妳假寐著，我窺看妳臉上的夜<br />恍惚以為月圓，在呼吸中輕揚的睫毛間<br /><br />忘記來時路上其實風雨交加<br />而我們都經常不意滑跌，傷痕累累。<br /><br />T.<br />依賴著對妳的思念過活，嚴重成癮<br />不願戒除。發作時，幻境總有妳在夏夜翩舞<br /><br />嚥下無助乾渴的口水，揮汗<br />浮現的，遠多於那款英倫香水的暗地撫摸</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114295588510369446?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1140951040591123272006-02-24T12:16:00.000-08:002006-02-26T02:53:12.806-08:00冰川漸融，露出迸發生機的春田<br />有人嘗試行走其上，姿態似彩蝶舞動<br /><br />直到，那段年代從右手無名指滑落<br />只好雨季上山，看墜花滿地。<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/48574521_a8b5aab8e3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/48574521_a8b5aab8e3.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-114095104059112327?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1139761125405333572006-02-12T08:05:00.000-08:002006-02-12T08:20:14.866-08:00妳用腳尖站立，比他人更接近<br />天堂<br /><br />偶爾舞步停歇，燈光拂照中<br />熱氣圍繞妳輕盈身影，揮動成一對雪翅<br /><br />暗紅帷幕陡然降下，急忙<br />起身去追<br /><br />只拾得幾根銀白翎羽，冷冷飄落<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/13/88501954_34adb2e205_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/13/88501954_34adb2e205_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113976112540533357?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1138973790513219942006-02-03T05:33:00.000-08:002006-02-08T09:11:59.306-08:00再無人一起穿越時間的蔓草荒蕪<br />才驚覺，記憶夾層未免過窄<br />裝不進太多錯認深邃的感動<br /><br />點火，把漸淡卻掙扎難休的痛楚遺骸<br />狠狠燃燒。張手，不滿盈掌的骨灰隨即遠颺<br /><br />春天，風信子在眼前任意飄散<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/33/48572983_d849503c13.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/33/48572983_d849503c13.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113897379051321994?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1137642603470049432006-01-18T19:17:00.000-08:002006-04-18T10:02:04.770-07:00總是陰暗，這城市心臟的角落<br />連陽光都懶得施捨，任霉味四處飄散<br /><br />蜷縮在書堆裡，知識被擠壓變形<br />失去效用的海綿般，只汗水一路流淌<br /><br />故事，總有個句點<br />一千又一夜過去之後再沒下文<br /><br />開始拼湊記憶的形狀，1/4秒快門<br />妳等待的模樣在穿梭人群中牢牢定格。<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/23/88493048_44e9b0714c.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/88493048_44e9b0714c.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113764260347004943?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1137261386126081232006-01-14T09:20:00.000-08:002006-01-14T09:56:26.176-08:00夜空過於澄淨燦爛，無處可逃<br />只得赤裸著心，讓月亮去緩慢煎熬<br /><br />俯看那座無人泳池，像極<br />左胸前那張異常甜美的刺青<br /><br />躍下之後，腦中如是想道：「疼，真疼。<br />但曾這樣用力碰撞，才能來到高潮。」<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/36/82766620_d67412a28a_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/36/82766620_d67412a28a_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/6/75949837_493cf23d54.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113726138612608123?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1135789890527864962005-12-28T09:00:00.000-08:002005-12-28T09:14:07.163-08:00戲院內微弱燈光，大雪紛飛<br />愛情臥躺在冰河上，擁抱<br />拼命呼出的熱氣迅速凍結<br /><br />我看見，妳的左臉勾出一道淚痕淡淡<br /><br />不捨，只想牽妳溫柔笑意<br />奮力從藍色水池中爬起<br /><br />將悲傷擰乾。<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/38/78535442_0204d5b4eb_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/38/78535442_0204d5b4eb_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113578989052786496?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1135180196394484412005-12-21T07:45:00.000-08:002005-12-21T08:37:05.530-08:00該是誰的臉龐融在灰暗之中<br />不留一絲足供辨認身分，或者情緒的線索？<br /><br />冬日冷冷傍山，溫暖停留比想像短<br />即使，陽光拼命從厚實雲層探頭<br /><br />這樣的對望，瘖啞無語。<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/9/75937016_dd89d929ec_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/9/75937016_dd89d929ec_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/9/75937016_dd89d929ec_b.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113518019639448441?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1134750407929959992005-12-16T08:21:00.000-08:002005-12-16T08:36:52.476-08:00你忘了東西，來到電梯門前又轉返<br />她正朝你們即將相遇的地下道走來<br /><br />停在櫥窗前面，你死盯著那件外套<br />她與親人談笑同時，你們距離漸近<br /><br />拾階而下，你被疾行身邊人群淹沒<br />拾階而下，她臉上仍帶著溫柔酡紅<br /><br />你低首，腦中思緒飄忽，不知所蹤<br />她拍了你的肩膀，你感到一絲驚喜<br /><br />慌亂之中，很多話你來不及說出口<br />像是：偶然相遇，其實要許多巧合<br /><br />你卻十分清楚，如同今夜皎潔月光<br />無聲話語，僅在兩個尋夢者間相通<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/48575068_26cdf35b2b_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/48575068_26cdf35b2b_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/48575068_26cdf35b2b_b.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113475040792995999?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1134653745003259382005-12-15T05:24:00.000-08:002005-12-15T05:37:50.553-08:00時間揮發的速度比酒精要快<br />但依舊無法避免來到白色憂傷的邊緣<br />純粹似雪，卻剃刀般鋒利<br /><br />浴血，其實是最為奢侈的溫暖<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/48575065_22d9cc6750_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/48575065_22d9cc6750_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113465374500325938?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1133793619278392822005-12-05T06:38:00.000-08:002005-12-05T06:40:19.293-08:00城市的第一道寒流來臨<br />人們忘卻，最初，相互以肉體取暖<br /><br />窗外黏稠的夜色<br />以壯烈的寬容，忍痛擁抱<br />遭到放逐，難返應許之地的迷途羔羊<br /><br />接著，世界關上了燈。<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/59002308_c78f7ea701_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/59002308_c78f7ea701_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113379361927839282?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1133708170475924082005-12-04T06:47:00.000-08:002005-12-04T06:56:10.496-08:00甚至最偉大的愛情（定義為何？）<br />也瘦到只剩下一副虛無的骨架<br /><br />非關退化，也與埋藏歷史中的詛咒無涉<br />只是，我們呼吸的空氣日益髒濁、稀薄<br /><br />冰河時期終將再度來臨<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/59002302_f77b3594f2_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/59002302_f77b3594f2_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113370817047592408?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1131499883761534152005-11-08T17:27:00.000-08:002005-11-08T17:35:15.063-08:00跌進一團融化的黑裡<br />以為此地便是盡頭，所有<br /><br />都將宣告終結，在搖晃的擦弦<br />冷冷伴奏之中<br /><br />遠方，隱約人影漸次無語遠離<br />試圖呼喚，空氣凝結成霜<br /><br />伸手撫摸自己面容<br />才驚覺，眼眶竟僅剩兩個空洞<br /><br />靈魂的重量原來這般輕盈，妳想，<br />嘴角勾出一個淡到看不見線條的笑<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/51779895_bcd8047635_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/27/51779895_bcd8047635_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/27/51779895_bcd8047635_b.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113149988376153415?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1130947768481385732005-11-02T08:01:00.000-08:002005-11-02T09:19:38.403-08:00過多承諾，甚至趕不及11月偶來驟雨<br />停歇，便急著凋零成不辨原貌的髒污水窪<br /><br />墮落與毀壞。有人身為敗德者<br />仍洋洋得意，有人對受害者的名分渾不自知<br /><br />風起無聲，只吹動幾圈破碎波紋<br /><br />隨即恢復平靜，彷彿時間<br />並未走動，所處世界依舊<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/59002298_90d8da06f0_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/59002298_90d8da06f0_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/59002298_90d8da06f0_b.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-113094776848138573?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1129189666188369412005-10-12T22:56:00.000-07:002005-10-13T00:48:02.603-07:00撕開，記憶與現實間僅有的那層<br />透明薄膜。身體與意識因此冰封<br /><br />像是來不及濺起漣漪，冬日那湖<br />巍巍顫顫找不到所謂的生命出口<br /><br />困頓，並且以為否定自己的存在<br />是這個百般聊賴年代，唯一必須<br /><br />開槍，朝自己的太陽穴擊發。<br /><br />地毯上鮮血汨汨流出，這遺作極為動人<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/24/51779889_7b7cc47071_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" height="299" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/51779889_7b7cc47071_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112918966618836941?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1129109706721200982005-10-12T02:29:00.000-07:002006-06-11T09:04:40.016-07:00天色漸暗，不顧路人阻勸<br />我們迷途於少年意氣的竹林裡<br /><br />螢火蟲燃起點點綠色芒光飛竄<br />勉強照路，腳步仍舊跌跌撞撞<br /><br />汗水混合山中飄渺霧靄，將眼前<br />模糊成彼此記憶中，相對深刻的夜幕<br /><br />仰首，繁星冷然一如冰雨來不及落下<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/30/51802174_183b5a0b2a_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/51802174_183b5a0b2a_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112910970672120098?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128440184684584832005-08-19T23:27:00.000-07:002005-10-04T08:36:24.686-07:00夏夜不適纏綿<br />只因床闈極易燒成一片火海<br /><br />我們只得隔月對望<br />癡候偶爾雲朵飄過授粉<br />把彼此思念孕育成晚空那逐漸壯大的星<br /><br />或者，天的稀疏眼淚<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/30/49368153_8acc1c63a3_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/49368153_8acc1c63a3_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112844018468458483?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128477875180109592005-07-15T18:54:00.000-07:002005-10-04T19:21:50.686-07:00殘缺朽壞的琴鍵<br />與幾條彎折羊腸絃浴火重奏<br /><br />夜裡，走過散發迷幻味道的大麻田<br />我們得以聆聽生命舒緩拔高的尾音<br /><br />腐屍之上，嗜甜的蜂群繞飛不去<br /><br />蹲踞在墓園角落，有人<br />將眼前哭成色彩斑斕的河<br /><br />撐傘，並非為了躲雲<br />而是遮蔽頭上那片過藍的天<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/31/49524538_1d62e3a404_o.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/49524538_1d62e3a404_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/26/48575548_a699e53a41_o.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112847787518010959?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128439440753649882005-06-16T08:17:00.000-07:002006-06-17T05:33:37.976-07:00倒映在春天河面上的羽翼拍動<br />比飛行本身更為美麗<br /><br />吻妳的唇柔軟一似絲綢<br />夜色溶成純淨而安靜的夢<br /><br />當中，得以清晰觸碰到幸福的皮膚<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/20/71196736_bcbb8424f8_b.jpg"></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/71199569_73062a115e_b.jpg"></a><a href="http://static.flickr.com/34/71199083_23d5439711_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/34/71199083_23d5439711_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112843944075364988?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128412422662896282005-05-13T00:47:00.000-07:002005-10-04T08:51:11.673-07:00過去的光影無聲死去<br />翻牆而過，以為就能抵達另一個世界<br /><br />不意跌下<br />身體觸著的依舊是相同一片土地<br /><br />望去，遠方有烏雲飄近<br />該是快落雨了<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/25/49277912_ff3b563c0a_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/49277912_ff3b563c0a_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112841242266289628?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128319292960663422005-04-17T22:55:00.000-07:002005-10-02T23:01:32.966-07:00給Z，<br /><br />且讓我們的春天日漸美好。<br /><br />陽光很甜，在皮膚上緩緩流動<br />有蝴蝶、蜜蜂遠遠就已嗅聞到<br /><br />輕巧拍翅前來，開始魅惑前戲<br />很快來到高潮，雙雙躺著死去<br /><br />且讓我們的春天日漸美好......<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/24/48648933_0721c86a75_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/48648933_0721c86a75_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112831929296066342?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128311148520565122005-04-08T20:42:00.000-07:002006-06-17T05:32:43.166-07:00迷幻電音緩緩將思緒拉離地面<br />我們更加確定彼此輕薄的存在<br /><br />呢喃，彷彿與藏在耳邊的那人<br />傾訴，關於生命種種起伏頓挫<br /><br />妳的臉因此在晃動的燈光中慢慢失焦模糊淡出<br /><br />落幕。<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/32/48574520_520b84d586.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/48574520_520b84d586.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112831114852056512?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128320920215777772005-03-23T23:22:00.000-08:002005-10-06T08:12:25.643-07:00野生的玫瑰染紅，春末<br />罕見人跡的草原有飛鳥偶爾掠過<br /><br />蜂蜜的甜膩不過一種虛無<br /><br />蟻群前來啃食，樹下<br />某具乾朽已久的骸骨<br /><br /><a href="http://static.flickr.com/24/48648935_952f750ee0_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/24/48648935_952f750ee0_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112832092021577777?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17372672.post-1128413391492206912005-02-18T01:03:00.000-08:002005-10-04T01:09:51.496-07:00漆黑<br />癮者在那株葉影晃動地厲害的法國梧桐吊著死去<br /><br />賁張的面容依稀在說：<br />「這不過是個遊戲。只要願意，<br />隨時眼簾都將跑出Replay字樣。」<br /><br />一隻鞋忽然掉落，敲醒<br />已然熟睡千年的白色裸石<br /><br /> <a href="http://static.flickr.com/30/48575550_ba0ac8ebf0_b.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/30/48575550_ba0ac8ebf0_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17372672-112841339149220691?l=mariuschang.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>un poète morthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06593413301534697887noreply@blogger.com1