傅魯炳
本來是要寫劇本的， 為紀念傅魯炳的演出。寫不來，只有下面的文字﹕
傅魯炳 你帶著什麽回來？
帶著誰呢？黃昏天色漸暗
我只見隱約的影子
從那深巷的遠處
向這邊走過來
步履緩慢卻方向鮮明
挨家逐户 走過來
剛亮起的街燈
光暈昏白
我聽到的南音
也是隱約的
是你帶著瞽師嗎？
還是你就是瞽師
後面是你的身影
挨家逐户 篤、篤、篤
有嘢聽呀！
有些門打開
有些門拒絕
樂聲和歌者卻一樣
全神貫注
我們也聽得
全神貫注 傅魯炳
你的樂聲有歷史的沙啞
在夜的深巷徘徊
只在夜的深巷徘徊
夜暮低垂
深巷漸漸隱退
你掉頭遠去
又把我們
留在時間的外頭
2010年9月7日星期二
The gypsy travels
The gypsy travels
The black earth
That talks of
Dawns
When the first bird
Hurls itself through the
Half-darkness
There’s another world
Parallel
To theirs just
On the other side of the road
So close
They can smell
Each other’s morning
2010.8.10
The black earth
That talks of
Dawns
When the first bird
Hurls itself through the
Half-darkness
There’s another world
Parallel
To theirs just
On the other side of the road
So close
They can smell
Each other’s morning
2010.8.10
After the KJ Concert
The universe is
A bit bigger than the head
Of a twenty-year-old. A world
Spinning, spinning
In his music which is
A bit inaccessible
To the calculating universe. Another world
Spinning, spinning
6 june 2010
A bit bigger than the head
Of a twenty-year-old. A world
Spinning, spinning
In his music which is
A bit inaccessible
To the calculating universe. Another world
Spinning, spinning
6 june 2010
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