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巴黎阿巴黎















巴黎,
一個夢想中浪漫的城市,
一個充滿著現實的瘴氣城市
一個被觀光客蹂躪以及不被巴黎人愛惜的城市
在超過35度高溫的夏日
我在巴黎忙著將夢境接軌於現實
原來看不見的軌道也有著熱漲冷縮的特色
想像已經遠遠的接不住實際世界腫脹的不真實
那是充滿尿騷味的地鐵,悶熱的車廂,不客氣的法國人,
和高密度觀光客的集合
時尚的巴黎,優雅的法國菜以及繁華的歷史遺跡
除了在畫家筆下可以看到幾分以外,早已被壓擠到
塞納河流看不見的角落,
雖然天空還是一樣的藍,但除非用心去看
這個城市已經面目全非

夢,有時候還是別醒的好

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