Day of Paella

這不是我的網上日記，但不過有些時候一些人和事並未能在自己的日記裡分類；又或者想把某些事情公告天下，大家就會在這裡看到我的留言．所以，也許說是自己的散集比較好．

想這個散集的題目想了一段時間．結果還是這個一開始在腦裡一閃而過的字，PAELLA. 西班牙海鮮飯，我有沒有真正的吃過都忘記了，但我到現在還記得，她對我說過在某天吃了一個不傳統的paella. 記憶就是這樣奇怪，亳不著意的對話，就深深的烙在心中．有點耿耿於懷的感覺．

生活就像paella, 沒有傳統不傳統，因為內容每天都不一樣．記憶也是paella, 什麼都有，想不想記起的東西都有．想忘記一些事情不容易，因為人總是喜歡記著過去的事，所以才會有日記，所以我才會在這裡動筆，所以才會有paella. At sunset, I'd like to share a paella with someone coming from the shadow.

選擇今天開始，可以說是因為下午收到朋友的好消息而起．畢竟開始下筆的一天，是由一個喜悅的心情開始比較好．心裡真的為朋友興奮不已．原來天主早就安排好，當我們懷著信念，面對考驗，就能捉緊看似很遠，但伸手可及的幸福．好羨慕．

整天腦裡都響起這首歌．一點關連都沒有，就送給這個五月的幸福人．

First of May
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall, we used to love while others used to play.
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by, some one else moved in from far away.
Now we are tall, and Christmas trees are small, and you don't ask the time of day.
But you and I, our love will never die, but guess we'll cry come first of May.
The apple tree that grew for you and me, I watched the apples falling one by one.
And I recall the moment of them all, the day I kissed your cheek and you were mine.
When I was small, and Christmas trees were tall...
Don't ask me why, but time has passed us by, some one else moved in from far away.


Day of Paella