你说成熟,我说迟老
爱情始于爱情。
哪怕是最浓烈的友情,也很难转化成爱情。
是这样么。
给我忘记过去的橡皮擦。
给我飞过太平洋的翅膀。
给我不会流泪的双眼。
姑娘。
谁都受过伤。没必要故作苍凉。
人情冷暖。我们懂的还太少,只是凤毛麟角。
原谅我如此凉薄地冷眼旁观你的眼泪。
因为它是自私的泪水。
自私源于占有欲的溃败。
请想想,一段感情里,你付出了什么,给对方带来了什么影响。。。
这才能称得上是爱情吧我猜。
请别把爱情两个字挂在你的嘴边。
因为不忍心这俩个字被卑贱地践踏。。。
读经典:
译者 x 罗洛
Photo x Mariana Newlands
(转自 南瓜手信)
有一天,在暮霭中,我们走过,在雨后,
沿着公园的围墙,那儿美丽的树木在做梦……
我们久久地追随着。时间悄悄地过去,
黑夜的手在旧墙上缝补着裂缝……
但是在这苍白的时刻,什么烦扰着你,
什么在给那栅栏的黑色的手缀边呢?
暮霭,雨后的宁静,不知为什么
把我们的梦转向流放和黑夜……
我们听见了纷纭的喧响
发自周遭的簇叶,
犹如一堆正在着起来的火……
而枝条摇曳着。沉默
窥伺着。
而飘来的气味是如此强烈,
使人忘记了世界上还有别的气味,
因为这些气味仿佛就是生命自身的气味……
后来,一缕阳光染黄了一片叶子,
然后是两片,然后把所有的叶片染成金黄!
那时第一只鸟儿冒着险
在雨后
歌唱!
象从一盏熄灭的灯发散出的刺鼻的气味
从我的心里升起一个古老的梦……
一线光明仍然在墙头踯躅,
从一只安详的手里滑落,把我们引向暗影……
这是雨?是夜?
远远地,古老的黑色的脚步
移动着
沿着公园的围墙,在那儿,古老的树木正在做梦……
5年了,好歹写点什么吧。。
说好了要戒掉矫情的。
嗯。
发现沉默是个可行的方法。
5年前的今天,您去了。我也跟着去了。同时我也出生了。
你说这是祭日还是生日?
我也不知道。
总之,是会记得的一天就是了。
希望天堂就如您想象中的模样一样。
没有贫穷,没有封建,没有抗日战争,没有文革,没有噩梦一样的现实。
我在人间,念您好...
祭。
2011.12.13.
Why don't you try to do without him?
Why don't you try to live alone?
Do you really need his hands for your passion?
Do you really need his heart for your throne?
Do you need his labour for your baby?
Do you need his beast for the bone?
Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady?
I know you're going to make, make it on your own.
Why don't your try to forget him?
Just open up your dainty little hand.
You know this life is filled with many sweet companions,
many satisfying one-night stands.
Do you want to be the ditch around a tower?
Do you want to be the moonlight in his cave?
Do you want to give your blessing to his power
as he goes whistling past his daddy, past his daddy's grave.
I'd like to take you take you to the ceremony,
well, that is if I remember the way.
You see Jack and Jill they're going to join their misery,
I'm afraid it's time for everyone to pray.
You can see they've finally taken cover,
they're willing, yeah they're willing to obey.
Their vows are difficult, they're for each other,
so let nobody put a loophole, a loophole in their way.