54 missed calls

If it is supposed to mean something...
I guess it means I Love You.

麻孖祥子

她的頭，光禿禿。
她的身，圓碌碌。
她，查實是一條媽媽腸。
可是，點解媽媽腸
會叫做媽媽腸的呢？
究竟點解呢？

麵包香

傍晚時分，獨個兒在巴士站等候。

等候著前往銅鑼灣的8P。

忽然之間，飄來一陣麵包香。

嗯…是菠蘿包香？

還是甜得膩人的雞尾包？

這香，香得把我帶回兒時去。

回到兒時媽咪常常帶我去的

那間舊式麵包店。

望著扭得像長長辮子的丹麥條。

滿佈的提子乾，

要用手逐粒逐粒挑來吃。

這夜，我乘著麵包香回到兒時。
很愜意。

Prayer Before Birth

I am not yet born; O hear me.
Let not the bloodsucking bat or the rat or the stoat or the
    club-footed ghoul come near me.

I am not yet born, console me.
I fear that the human race may with tall walls wall me,
    with strong drugs dope me, with wise lies lure me,
       on black racks rack me, in blood-baths roll me.

I am not yet born; provide me
With water to dandle me, grass to grow for me, trees to talk
    to me, sky to sing to me, birds and a white light
       in the back of my mind to guide me.

I am not yet born; forgive me
For the sins that in me the world shall commit, my words
    when they speak me, my thoughts when they think me,
       my treason engendered by traitors beyond me,
          my life when they murder by means of my
             hands, my death when they live me.

I am not yet born; rehearse me
In the parts I must play and the cues I must take when
    old men lecture me, bureaucrats hector me, mountains
       frown at me, lovers laugh at me, the white
           waves call me to folly and the desert calls
             me to doom and the beggar refuses
                my gift and my children curse me.

I am not yet born; O hear me,
Let not the man who is beast or who thinks he is God
    come near me.

I am not yet born; O fill me
With strength against those who would freeze my
    humanity, would dragoon me into a lethal automaton,
       would make me a cog in a machine, a thing with
          one face, a thing, and against all those
             who would dissipate my entirety, would
                blow me like thistledown hither and
                   thither or hither and thither
                      like water held in the
                         hands would spill me.

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me.
Otherwise kill me.

Prayer Before Birth by Louis MacNeice