i offer you the bitterness of a an who has looked long and long at the lonely oon
y father’s father killed the frontier ofbuenos aires, o bullets through his ngs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his ldiers the hide of a w;
i offer you whatever sight y books ay hold,whatever anless or huour y life
i offer you that kernel of yself that i have saved how -the central heart that deals not words, traffics not with dreas and is untouched by ti, by joy, by adversities
i offer you expnationf yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprisg news of yourself
i a tryg to bribe you with uncertaty, with danr, with defeat
(我用什么才能留住你?
我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。
在布宜偌斯艾利斯边境阵亡的我父亲的父亲,两颗子弹穿了他的胸膛。蓄着胡子的他死去了,士兵们用牛皮裹起他的尸体;
我给你我写的书中所能包含的一切悟力、我生活中所能有的男子气概或幽默。
我给你我设法保全的我自己的核心——不营字造句,不和梦想交易,不被时间、欢乐和逆境触动的核心。
我给你对自己的解释,关于你自己的理论,你自己的真实而惊人的消息。
我试图用困惑、危险、失败来打动你。)2
管锌手臂有轻微的动作,靖岳立马握住,放在唇边一点一点儿地啄着,眼泪随地心引力滑落,靖岳没有伸手去抹,管锌的手指在他脸上颤颤巍巍地浮着,靖岳含住,声泪俱下。
管锌的眼皮沉重,身体却很轻,他已没有支撑他说话的体力,于是用尽全部力
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