The fire is gone now, and I am horribly cold.  I really ought to drag
myself outside, but then there would be the sun.  I am afraid I waste the light
, on the paintings, and when writing these words.

     We die.  We die.  We die, rich with lovers . . . tastes we have swallowed,
bodies we have entered, and swum up like rivers.  Fears we have hidden in, like
this wretched cave.  I want all this marked on my body.

     We are the real countries, not the boundaries drawn on maps . . . .  I
know you will come, and carry me out into the palace of winds.  That's all I
have wanted, to walk in such a place with you . . . with friends.  An earth
without maps.  The lamp has gone out . . . and I am writing in the darkness.


        從BBS上抓下來的....感覺上好像文法有錯的地方...不過懶得改了.....
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              我是talk之神 ....!!    

※ 來源:‧黃金之島 edward.k1.dorm.ncku.edu.tw‧[FROM: thccy15.Oz.nthu]