大隻若魚。我只是個背包客

等待工作的日子　除了放空　就是發呆（好像沒啥分別）

農夫的生活很單純卻又不受控制
靠天吃飯的日子裡　常常你已經蓄勢待發　但老天就是不願賞飯吃　工作總是一延再延
窮得只剩下時間　又回到悠閒看電影的步調
這種緩慢的鄉下老人生態　縱使有再多閒情逸致　也讓忙慣了的我感到恐慌
看了國片＂帶我去遠方＂　我想～也許每個人心裡都存在一座無人的島嶼...
After Watching a movie about first love,I find this poetry in the story.It's beautiful and sad...

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look will easily unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
 
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
 
(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;
only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

有一處我從未去過，未曾體驗而
令人欣喜，你雙眼特有的沈靜：
和你最纖弱的姿勢裏是環抱我之物，
或是因爲太近我不能觸摸之物

你最輕巧的一瞥將輕易地展開我
儘管我已如合起的五指
你總像春一瓣瓣地展開我
（神秘而巧妙地觸）她的第一朵玫瑰

或許你想合上我，我即和
我的生命迅速地合攏，漂亮地，
一如花心的幻覺裏
無邊雪來片片寒悸

這世上我們看不到什麽
與你濃情的纖弱之力媲美：其質地
以其天國之色迫使我
用每一呼吸表現死與永恒

我不知道是什麽讓你合
與開；只是我隱隱的什麽懂得
你眼睛的聲音比所有的玫瑰還豐厚
沒誰，甚至雨，也沒有這樣的小手