The beauty of her innocent - none of her grim.
Of a child, greedy to learn the world
Whose tenderness soften the blood of calm.

Remember those faces! they
climb up the highest mountain top and enjoy the touch by the sun.
Fighter of their own life, kissing the skin of the bare-bones.
I have seen her existence and thus sang.


How a feminity dance in the skies?
She cries.
The chin is being pushed by the weight of the mist, wavers
between - her and choices.


Celebration of the melancholy, art related subject that it is.
The haunted city was the creator of this emptiness.
Voilence yet infamed.








Insprited by Charles Baudelaire

*** *** ***

This is a poem from my mind after today's staring at a femlae body. This is an extraordinary homosexual experience - you see yourself. The touches were warm.

I hope you like my words. For those young and dripping hearts, this is how I go throught the darkness and survive. No matter how weak our link is, there is still moment we might catch up with each other in an unexpected moment.

如果說電影節是我的某些生存信仰,也不為過。
復活節等於電影節。



用楊德晶的《一一》開始了今年的電影節,是多麼的漂亮。
我們都覺得《一一》在生命不同的時候看,你所感不同。我今次看到的是生存。
上次看到是死亡。
一次一次
a one and a two and a three and a four
這片子作結束,他生命也少了遺憾。
只是,《一一》在台灣並沒有上映。

NJ其實很楊德晶,好像把他年代的一些什麼,都看透了。
又還是... 像
我說等待果佗吧。

都很悲涼。


洋洋問父親：「我們是不是只能知道一半的事情？我只能看到前面，看不到後面，這樣不是就有一半的事情看不到了嗎？」

我想像洋洋,對生命有一種未知。可是卻只不過是婷婷。自私又愚昧。
可是更像敏敏, 生命都過了一半。還是不能悟出什麼。
工作,不工作。每天都一樣子,是否白活了。

所以我拍照。用菲林片,因為你可以有所期待。以時間,去換取未知。
結果如何,不要緊。按下快門小心翼翼的瞬間,就感覺生命。


這是我學習洋洋的。


當然《一一》並不是我最喜歡的電影。但我也說不出何謂最愛。