月讀之眼 ● 悅讀之心

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,

Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and the half light,

I would spread the cloths under your feet:

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet;

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. 

~~~W. B. Yeats 《He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven》

秘魯首日

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

～～～Alfred, Lord Tennyson 《The Eagle》

2014年9月16日，子夜，微微細雨，祕魯首都利馬上空

我像詩中的老鷹一樣，黑夜中俯視整片大海、整個國家、整座城市。腦筋只有一個念頭：

『媽！我在這！我真的來到南美了！！！』