有些事是很開心的
伍佰的音樂
村上春樹的小說
蠟筆小新的有趣
淑怡老師 琮慈老師的問候
亭萱 子堯的關心
丸子的了解
小胖 建元的陪伴
L
還在
有許多的感謝
2010年10月30日 星期六
2010年10月26日 星期二
The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy
歷史的味道
就像微風中即將凋謝的玫瑰的味道
那味道將永遠潛伏在日常事物之中
潛伏在掛外套的鉤子上
潛伏在蕃茄裡
在路上的焦油中
在某些顏色裡
潛伏在餐廳的盤子上
在沒有話語的靜寂中
潛伏在空茫的眼睛裡
就像微風中即將凋謝的玫瑰的味道
那味道將永遠潛伏在日常事物之中
潛伏在掛外套的鉤子上
潛伏在蕃茄裡
在路上的焦油中
在某些顏色裡
潛伏在餐廳的盤子上
在沒有話語的靜寂中
潛伏在空茫的眼睛裡
2010年10月22日 星期五
2010年10月15日 星期五
2010年10月13日 星期三
MATTEW 7:13
Enter through the narrow gate.
For wide is the gate and broad is the road
that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.
But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life,
and only a few find it.
For wide is the gate and broad is the road
that leads to destruction, and many enter through it.
But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life,
and only a few find it.
Pochi
"OK, doggie, from now on, you are a member of our family. I named you Pochi!"
He loved running, eating, swimming in the lake,
playing with Gyu, and chasing Kuro.
(sometimes too much)
He was a curious, active and very adorable boy.
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A lovely dog we loved has passed away. My friend wrote a beautiful poem and made a sweet poster. It remind me how much people love him. Pochi is a lively and smart boy. He has a pair of beautiful emotional eyes, and yet bare a sort of secretive untamed wild spirit in his blood. He is a kind of character that reminded me it doesn't matter how long we have lived, but it matters the life way we have chosen. You will be missed! Pochi
2010年10月10日 星期日
2010年10月9日 星期六
2010年10月4日 星期一
2010年10月2日 星期六
No Man is an Island - John Donne
No man is an island, entire of itself
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.
-- John Donne
every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main
if a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were
any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls
it tolls for thee.
-- John Donne
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