時間,是什麼?
小男孩聳聳肩膀
興致盎然地看著小丑的動靜
好奇和新鮮的色彩在一剎那之間擴散成三度空間
試圖包圍住短暫時間的流逝
”What is the meaning of time?”
Little boy doesn’t quite understand my question,
turning away from me, concentrating on the movement of the fun clown.
Curiosity, vivid colour with his pure happiness form a 3 dimension cube, trying to prevent time from escaping
時間,是什麼?
我看著悠悠古蹟,心裡問著
百年興衰的思索在斷垣殘壁間醒轉, 試圖找到自己的心跳
又在雲吹亂髮後,隱隱而去
”What is the meaning of time?”
I wonder when gazing the ruins under the splendid sunset.
For hundred years great minds had awaked among thee,
trying to find where they could fit the time being.
And years after years, great spirits had faked away, history been blown in the wind
河裡映射著天晴
扁舟的劃過與停泊,是時間
銀白雪地上許多厚重與輕巧的腳印踩過,是時間
寧靜的墓園中,碑上的光影和生平,是時間
”What is the meaning of the time?” you asked.
It’s existing when you see reflection of sky on a river.
It’s drifting away when the boats flow over the water and stop by river bank.
It’s where you see foot prints on winter snowy land.
It’s written on these stones in a peaceful churchyard
海邊沙與潮的對話,是時間
蛛網上的等待,是時間
望進你的眼,放任著思緒在琴音中馳騁,是時間
It’s what sands whispering to tide.
It’s the waiting on spider net
Moreover, letting my imagination fly freely with rhythms when I lost in your eyes, it’s also time.
問我,有了記憶的時間,又是什麼?
輕輕地,我笑了..小聲卻篤定的說,是濃縮果汁
可以濃烈,但也在加多了水後
稀釋到品嚐不出箇中滋味
也或者,淡淡的清香,正好
If you ask me, what is the meaning of time with memory?
I would smile and whisper to you firmly with folloing answer:
It’s condensed juice.
Can be tasted if you prefer strong flavour,
but it can also lose its flavour after too much water...
Or maybe, just about right, being your favourite one.
(圖一, 攝於法國 2007.7.31 到Manosque的旅程上)
(圖二, 攝於倫敦 2004.8.30 Covern Garden)
(圖三, 攝於馬賽 2007.7.29)
(圖四, 攝於2007.8.26 West Norfolk 附近的一個教堂與墓園)
(圖五, 攝於2007.8.27 Hunstanton 海邊)
(圖六, 攝於2007.8.26 West Norfolk 海邊,自拍影子)
文章定位：
