葡萄牙北部一個市鎮的房間，下午五時，或之類的時間，光影打在牆上，光線中看到塵埃舞動，喚起叫人懷念的輕聲細語。

我將你熱情的舌頭遞到我的胸脯前，請你盡情地打圈，不是你養的貓咪似乎明白所有月光下的苟且，我要再投入些用以去掉偷竊的血腥，配合我墮落的靈魂，但西灣湖的平靜卻過份溫柔。

要是我們還在維也納，你便依舊是攝影師，我便依舊是拍攝對象，拍下這組，與我們在 Hundertwasser 博物館看過的照片相似的照片。

「你沒有告訴我，你喜歡我甚麼。」

「我不用告訴你，因為我就在這裡，和你在一起。」




It was five o’clock in the afternoon. The light from the north of Portugal fills this room. The light is beautiful and it reminds the smell of passion, the kiss of desire.

Our bodies mingle with the flying dust.

The cat adopted by the house lady observes everything; everything smells like crime. I ought to leave it behind, but the moonlight is bright while the night is shy.

Guess we should still be in Vienna, then you would still be the photographer and I would be photographed. Ain’t the images look like those we have seen in Hundertwasser?

“You didn’t tell me why you like me.”

“I don’t have to tell you. Because I’m here with you.”