Thursday, March 15, 2007

santana的雨天

下了雨的這個城市
像一塊沾滿泥巴的石頭
傍晚的時候
一街的小吃鬧鬧嚷嚷
香氣和濃煙裊裊

我喜歡也討厭這個地方
正如對著鏡子裡的自己
也有相似的情懷

一碗鴨血粉絲湯
半碗油
饅頭大小的蟹粉小籠兩隻
擠在不知道乾不乾淨的碟子上

燙了的舌頭
繼續與食物糾纏
昏暗的室內散佈蒸氣

我用彆扭的語氣發送sms
矛盾地看著自己的手指
運用如常

突然想起Michelle Branch的Game of Love
Santana的旋律
充斥一腦海
讓我想像自己熱鬧頹廢地狂歡
被人群包圍和淹沒

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I always think I am a traveller in this life
Perharps the area I live has no nation status since I born
But why we need to care about the status
If I like that area where become my home which can give me protect, happness, and love
I rather like this feeling
Each corner of this world can become my home, just I haven't found yet.....with who!

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