無 酒 館

　　　　週五的夜晚　他獨自坐在角落

　　　　祇是來尋找　有溫度的聲音

　　　　也許是熟悉的語言

　　　　也許是首喜愛的歌

　　　　能讓他想起什麼

　　　　或能忘記些什麼

　　　　或許有什麼在煙與喧鬧的聲音裏悄悄竄流着－－

　　　　〝Ukundulela！〞－－He said，

　　　　就像我經常對自己說：Keep going, Never give up！

　　　　激勵人心的話　總是可以輕易說出口

　　　　總是祇有說者自己明白：

　　　　夢想有多高　人生便有多重。

　　　　認真的做自己　執意地追求夢想

　　　　以輕鬆自在並且偶爾優雅的姿態

　　　　站在自己親手繪塑的人生舞台上

　　　　若欲瀟灑的扮演　也是不容易的

　　　　深夜底　有人在吞嚥不被了解的孤單嗎？

　　　　或是同我般學習享受空洞裏無言的寂寞？

　　　　如果眼神便足以溝通交流....

　　　　然而

　　　　我們還是需要語言啊

　　　　－－那急欲向彼方飛奔的

　　　　心與心的感動。

　　　　-2010-08-21-    

B.G.M：Sheryl Crow - RUN,BABY,RUN

She was born in November 1963
The day Aldous Huxley died
And her mama believed
That every man could be free
So her mama got high, high, high
And her daddy marched on Birmingham
Singing mighty protest songs
And he pictured all the places
That he knew that she belonged
But he failed and taught her young
The only thing she's need to carry on
He taught her how to

Run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

Past the arms of the familiar
And their talk of better days
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
so long
Baby loves to run

She counts out all her money
In the taxi on the way to meet her plane
Stares hopeful out the window
At the workers fighting
Through the pouring rain
She's searching through the stations
For an unfamiliar song
And she's pictures all the places
Where she knows she still belongs
And she smiles the secret smile
Because she knows exactly how
To carry on

So run baby run baby run baby run
Baby run

From the old familiar faces and
Their old familiar ways
To the comfort of the strangers
Slipping out before they say
So long
Baby loves to run