所謂的愛情莫不是植基於現有的條件之上,
如果當它消失時,愛還存在嗎?
世上有這種愛情嗎?
或者說愛情本來就是一種人類所賦予的定義與想像,
下輩子不一定還會當人,也不見得生為女人或男人...
- Sep 19 Thu 2013 21:17
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愛情
- Jul 24 Fri 2009 15:27
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愛怎麼了~
我很喜歡這首歌所要表達的感覺~欣賞吧!
What have I done?
What if it's too late now?
Did I do all I could, did I?
Did I make it good, did I?
- Jul 24 Fri 2009 13:24
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突然好多時間,突然變懶了
- Apr 23 Thu 2009 15:53
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文章2
Grandma fell ill after walking in the rain to Laman Griffin’s. They took her to hospital and now she’s dead.
The Irish Army is looking for boys who are musical. They want to train them in the Army School of Music. They accept my brother, Malachy, and he goes offl to Dublin.
‘My family is disappearing in front of me,’ says Mam.
Laman Griffin doesn’t climb down to go to the toilet. He uses a pot in his room.
‘I have a job for you, boy,’ he says to me one day. ‘You’d like to help your mother, wouldn’t you?’
- Apr 23 Thu 2009 00:00
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文章1
We have holes in our socks and shoes. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear short trousers until we’re fourteen. We wear the same shirt day and night. It’s the shirt for school, for football, for climbing walls, for Mass. When I sit down in church, people smell the air and move away. If Mam gets a ticket for a new shirt at the St Vincent de Paul, the old shirt becomes a towel. It hangs wet over the chair by the tap for months.
We go to school through the lanes and back streets so we don’t meet the boys from the rich school. They wear wool jackets, school scarves, shirts, ties and shiny new boots. We know that they will go to university, take over the family business, run the government, run the word. We’ll be the boys on bicycles bringing their letters and bread. We’ll be driving lorries and bringing their coal. Our sisters will look after their children and clean their floors.
Grandma’s neighbour, Mrs Purcell, has the only radio in her lane. I love the radio. On Sunday nights I sit outside her house and listen. You can hear plays by Shakespeare himself. Shakespeare’s the best of all, even if he is English. He’s as good as potatoes with butter. There are strange plays about Greeks too, who pull out their eyes because they marry their mothers by mistake. I want a radio.
We haven’t paid for our house in Roden Lane for the past four weeks.
‘I don’t have money for one week. Where will I get money for four weeks?’says Mam. She sits by the dead fire up in Italy. There’s no wood to heat water for tea until Michael pulls a loose bit of wood from the wall. ‘One more bit and no more,’She says the next morning. She says that for two weeks until there’s no more wall.
- Nov 19 Wed 2008 17:54
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長大了
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