深秋，相遇於布拉格 著有詩集《我多願陪你靜聽髮梢結冰的聲音》、《金色蝴蝶》

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This morning,
I take a bus to the lovely castle named ”Zamek Zbraslav”.
I sit by the window on my own,
and discover an unforgettable landscape.....

That’s fog, floating everywhere over Vltava River.
So beautiful....many fogs wander above the river,
hesitating about where are they going.
They gather, and separate ;
separate, and gather,like something you could not capture at all.....

The floating things are more attractive,
especially when they reveal their quality
and you fail to find an appropriate word to describe them.....
You are spelled by its charming.

The floating sunlight can erase himself completely,
then appear again;
The floating water can whisper a story to you,
then diminish his voice;
The floating fog can swallow a man,
then throw him out.

Floating, floating, floating......
The changeable things are closer to our flexible heart,
not regular body.
So we let heart lead body to encounter, to sense,
to seize, to possess the floating things.

But they can’t be possessed at all.
They just pass through , never reside in your eyes.
This moment,
you’re fascinated by their magical charming,
and next moment,
you regret for their careless goodbyes.

This is a mystic poem,
just like everytime I receive your letter,
and the changeable fogs are floating over your rivers of words....
I sit on a boat and I am deeply touched by the fluent thoughts that float around my sensations....

That is beauty, a dangerously floating beauty,
an irresistible feast for breakfast.

Nothing is more threatened than this , you know? :)

Prendi cura di te,