【波西米式的散步】
城堡矗立後方
悄悄出一息：
唉，布拉格，爪的，的母（一）
人身爬上重重台
藤蔓垂如
沙沙，彷起了憎之心
彷欲休
等待路者投以一瞥
便瞬碎成粉末入瓦屋
瓦屋
浪一般席了我的身
理智都被浸了
等待第一束光它乾……
或者乾脆就著
以霉的手指碰彼此霉的
偷偷留下爪的
碰著你的肩走到那
整巷子埋在深深的睡意之中
石板路裸露亮
我踩，像踩出一串琴的音
後有人收拾餐偷
「唯有真正你的人得你，
我乘天使翅膀往天堂。」
一根羽毛了起
晴空下越你的背影
悄悄落至耶受雕像，的手心
我走完巷子
咱去存放波西米手抄的神（二）
那曾是神秘的禁地
由於版，因而更其戮力保存的迫切性
你微笑好
然不
昏薄暮中，煤油然亮
正你的手，你的，你的流浪
你一本日後版於我身的籍
＊一：Franz Kafka once described Prague as ”A dear little mother with claws ”.
＊二：1143年成立至今的史塔赫夫修道院（Strahov Library），尊的保存多珍的手抄。那穆的氛，使者目低眉，耳籍想要我示的道理。唉，那美的穹，曾多少人先哲人的智慧？
史塔赫夫修道院：
http://www.strahovskyklaster.cz/史塔赫夫修道院的神：
http://www.fotosearch.com/results.asp?start=0&category=1&keyword=theological+hall&pub=all&rf=rf&rm=rm
＊片於瑞特街（Loretánská），城堡通往史塔赫夫修道院的捷。交的拱廊肋骨，出一影景般的世界。陪你穿走到，意了。
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【Walking in a Bohemian way】
The castle stands erectly behind us
and quietly sighs:
“Oh, Prague, with claws, the little dear mother”.
People bend down their body to climb up the stairs
the green vines hang over the walls as long hairs
in the wind , they rustle……seem to desire love and hatred
seem to linger in your concealed words
seem to wait for your glance
then instantaneously smash into powders , spread into the red-tiled roofs
These red-tiled roofs
look like sea waves to roll up our bodies
therefore, our reasons are soaked
just wait for the initial sunlight to dry them......
Perhaps I’d rather become humid
to touch your mildewy face with my mildewy fingers
even though it creates a clawed scar
Next to your shoulder, we walk from this end to the other end
the lane lies burried in dark sleep
and the stony ground is barely polished
we step over it to compose a piano melody
behind the door of the lane
someone secretly cleans the dining table and listens to our conversation
“Only the one who truly loves you will remember you,
after we fly to the heaven with angel’s wings.”
A feather flies high above…….
beneath the blue sky , it flies across your shadow
eventually settles itself in Jesus’ statue, within his opened palm
I say : After we pass through the lane
could we visit Theological Hall where stores the Bohemian manuscripts?
It once was a forbidden place
now it’s an urgency to preserve the old books due to their discontinued editions
You smile and nod
but not aware :
In the gloaming, the lamps lighten the gloomy lane
the wind reads your hands , your hairs, your happiness and sorrows
also reads your mind , the unique book which may be discontinued edition for my life
