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陪伴是最长久的祝福 生日快乐Mr.Owl(⊙v⊙) 2014-07-05
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ADAM 博客选读 中英双语版 “我们要去哪里” 2011年10月23日 12:41:20

我要说的事和微波灭虫器有关,因为它永远地将夏日里那些美妙的声音变成了电死虫子的 “啪啪”声,而原本在那些甜蜜的夏日夜晚,青蛙会唱着合唱,蟋蟀则在一旁附和。讽刺的是“钟琴”这个词说起来比演奏起它来更好玩。(“钟琴”是灭蚊器的牌子么?)

 

而这一切……都只是一场梦……

 

她试着教我跳舞,我的舞蹈真是相当的笨拙,但是我才不管,因为她漂亮、优雅、可爱,让人不可救药的喜欢上她,我才不管什么尴尬。墙壁被涂成漆黑,灯光昏暗,尽管没有任何音乐,房间里却挤满了一群群的人,还有一个络腮胡子男人一直问我各种问题。他让我想起了《魔戒》中的甘道夫,我在内心微笑,因为我就是这样的傻子。我唱着、疯玩,就是不能拒绝鸡尾酒对我微笑,因为那一晚在那个特定的时刻事情是那样正确又纯粹。

 

她让我很吃惊。她正在等我。她把手甩到我的脖子上,我紧紧拥着她,听到她快乐地“咯咯”笑着,是那种不管你多努力都无法抑制的快乐。但又有谁会去抑制呢?

 

街上的自行车和摩托车有点多,可是我一点也不觉得烦。那里是他们该待的地方,实际上这是一种正确的布置,我猜,这种想法可能会让我变成一个古怪的人。我记得人们通过广播和手机互相叫嚷,那种时刻真的很紧张,但是你知道我,我总是努力去远离他们。我从来就不喜欢对抗。我记得她穿着一件漂亮的夏天连衣裙,头发上别着一朵鲜花,( I remember the way her perfume made my insides freeze and spiderweb crack like dry ice before bursting into a million tiny crystal shards that clawed the rungs of my ribs and burned butterfly prints on the inside of my chest)我记得她身上的香味几乎让我内心冰冻,然后在爆裂成千万块水晶般的微小碎片前像干冰块一样如蜘蛛网般裂开,然后抓住我的肋骨,在我的内心印上蝴蝶般的烙印。我爱她,迫不及待地想见她因为距离上次我紧紧将她搂在怀里已经过了那么久。她是我最没有预料到的事,但是她就在那里,是她让我相信纯粹而突然的恩典并不是不寻常的事。继续前行其实很简单,有时阻碍你的是你留在身后的那些东西。

 然后灯光“咔哒”一声地关掉了,就像最后一个盒子已经装上了卡车,我热情地向之前从未见过的人们说着再见。很nice的父母已经在车旁等我了,我记得我开车回家,筋疲力尽,却又很满足和兴奋。窗外月色朦胧,夜色很深,出租车发出的嗡嗡声让我昏昏欲睡。我记得和她在黑暗中手牵着手。

 

现在我手腕上有个什么尖尖的东西,我想我嘴里也有同样的东西。那是一卷尖头的缆线,从台灯一直到墙上,那附近有一个柔软的放东西的地方,但说实话我从来就没用过。我总是担心要离开的时候会忘记什么重要的事情,很少有比意识到你失去了什么重要的东西更糟的了,不管是什么东西。我从来不喜欢离开,可能除了在气味奇怪的仓库呆了很长时间后或者在牙医的椅子上熬过一段时间。那种分别是令人开心的。我总是想把车开得很快,把歌唱的很大声,但我觉得有很多种“离开”并且大部分很烦人。

 

有时我有意识地在离开家的时候“忘记”关上灯,这样当我回家的时候就会感觉好像有人在等着我回家。有时被人等感觉很好,就像不时感觉触碰一样。我们总是谈论着要做很多事,要去很多地方,去看、感觉、品尝如此多不同风味的情绪和情景,其中一些我们真的体验过,而另一些我们甚至都没接近。这有时感觉起来冷漠、遥远、相当悲惨,却给了我们更多理由坚持真理。思念一个人就像一场你无法醒来的噩梦。

 

但玻璃却以一种平静的姿态破碎,我喜欢想象击退香港的摩天大楼的一侧或者打击哥谭镇(纽约市旧称)的罪犯或者以两个不同的人度过我的周末会使什么样。Laura正在LA的什么地方买衣服,我要想好怎么享受这种氛围,因为现在叫醒“焦虑”是很蠢的。外面有那么多地方可以躲藏,有那么多漂流木,只有一小片棕榈树很聪明地隐藏了大部分最漂亮的鱼。很容易就能想到他们可能会悄无声息地行进但是我不确定这不是那种情况,我只是做了我自己的事,并且尽量不打扰别人。

 

 时间能像一个柔术演员一样操纵和伸缩自身。我感觉的昨天就像是今天下午。现在我躺在一张深贵族紫的沙发上,上面到处都是眼睛,让人毛骨悚然。会场传真像战列舰一样在近景处飘过,我不得不在晚上服用安眠药,否则我会想念所有事物。我喜欢这样静谧的时刻除非我要飞到别的什么地方或者要早起。我享受这旅行,这里貌似是一个可爱的地方,到处是好人和伟大的想法,但我总是忍不住想在这些表面下隐藏着什么。有时候我宁愿选择不知道。

 

哇哦。

 

思绪蜂拥而入,我的思想就像被疯了的蜜蜂围着,一场异常混乱的交通阻塞。这些想法不像可爱的毛茸茸的带着羊毛拳击手套的带着笑脸的大黄蜂,而是笨拙的、失去方向的,不知道要去哪儿的大黄蜂。这是一种不确定的感觉,有时候我就像一只带着头灯的工蜂,找不到着陆的地方。所有的东西都在转,我的心跳有平时的两倍快,让今晚就像是令人激动的三项全能赛,而我完全没有准备,也没有经过任何训练。我完全不确定发生了什么,我也不相信这场比赛是我想停就停的。我的心脏双倍强度工作着,我快得腿都载不动我了,但可怕的是我不知道那里才是终点,或者我是不是跑对方向了。

 

灰色很有魅力,蓝色让人陶醉,但我不关心;他们都难以置信的华丽,我就坐在那里不知所措,一脸错愕,疲惫不堪。

 

我在做什么?我们从这里出发到那里去?所有事物都从中间裂开坍塌,我比自己想象的更需要智慧。

 

这是加州一个穿毛线衫的季节,我记得那些蓝绿相间的信封就像深夜的霓虹灯一样。她那辆红色敞篷车在停车场等我们,而且顶棚已经放下,实际上我想那辆车的顶棚早已经坏了因为我记得我们谈笑着如果下雨了该怎么办。这是这个世界上最自然的事情了,但是如果你现在问我的话我就会说谎了。我记得星星是安静而暗淡的,因为有光污染,但是不管从那个角度来说,那一夜仍然很美好。我能感受到脸上灰尘的热量,耳中音乐的摆动以及在我的头发间快速游走的海风。我们举起手看在它们变成冰块前我们能坚持多久,我喜欢感受风在指间纠缠,这就好像在空中潜水一样。

 

我们在黑暗中沿着海岸线赛跑,在一个有苹果酒和毛毯的秘密海滩停下来。我仍然不知道什么是真的,因为那一晚很难用言语形容。我想不起来谈话的内容了,但我记得那种很逼真的感受,体验和经历。

 

我多么希望有时能再回到那一晚,只是为了好玩,只要几分钟,时不时地。

 

那样的梦还是有它的魅力的,至少它让我对事物的感受好一点。

 

 

Where Do We Go From Here?

I have a thing about bug zappers because they forever changed the sound of sweet summer evenings filled with frog choruses and cricket refrains to sudden insect electric death. Ironically“glockenspiel” is way more fun to say than to play.

And it was all… just a dream…

She was trying to teach me how to dance and it was really awkward but I didn’t care because she was beautiful and exquisite and endearing and I was so in love with her, I didn’t care about being embarrassed. The walls were painted pitch black, the lights were low and there wasn’t any music playing but there were throngs of people everywhere and a man with a beard kept asking me a lot of questions. He reminded me of Gandalf the Grey and I smiled inwardly because I’m a dork. I sang and played my heart out that night and I just couldn’t contain the sparkling cocktail of wide smiles and bright eyes that poured out of me because things felt so right and pure in that definitive moment.

She surprised me. She was waiting for me. She threw her arms around my neck and I held her close and felt her giggle with happiness, the kind of joy you can’t hold back no matter how hard you try. But why would anyone try?

The street bikes and motorcycles were a bit much but that didn’t really bother me. It was the right place for them, actually, the right kind of setting so I guess that made me sort of the oddball. I remember people yelling at each other over airwaves and cell phones and it was pretty intense for a moment, but you know me, I just tried to stay out of the way. I’ve never liked confrontation. I remember she had a pretty summer dress on and a flower in her hair and I remember the way her perfume made my insides freeze and spiderweb crack like dry ice before bursting into a million tiny crystal shards that clawed the rungs of my ribs and burned butterfly prints on the inside of my chest. I loved her and I couldn’t wait to see her because it had been so long since I’d held her in my arms. She was the last thing I expected to happen to me, but there she was and it made me believe that pure and sudden bliss was not a rare anomaly. Moving on is simple, it’s what you leave behind that makes things difficult.

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Then the lights clicked off as the last box was loaded into the truck and I said a handful of warm goodbyes to people I’d never met before. A nice pair of parents were there with a car and I remember driving home, exhausted, drained, dog-tired, but quite content and exhilarated. It was dark outside and the hum of interior cab noise made me sleepy as the moon followed outside my window. I remember holding hands with her in the dark.

Now there’s something sharp in my wrist and I think it’s the same thing inside my mouth. There’s a sharp coiled cable running from the light to the wall and a soft place to put things nearby but I never really use it. I’m always afraid I’m going to forget something important when it’s time to leave, and there are few things worse than realizing you’ve lost something for good, whatever it may be. I’ve never been fond of leaving, except for perhaps leaving bittersweet the warehouse after a long day or the dentist’s chair after a tortuous hour. Those kinds of departures are enjoyable and I always tend to drive faster and sing louder post-appointment, but I feel like there are many kinds of “leaving” and most of them tend to be tiresome.

Sometimes I purposefully forget to turn the lights out when I leave so that when I return home, it feels like someone is expecting me. Sometimes it’s nice to feel expected, the same as it’s nice to feel unreachable from time to time. We always talked about doing so many things, going so many places, seeing and feeling and tasting so many flavors of emotion and scenario, some of them we did in fact experience, others we just never got around to. It feels distant and hazy and pretty miserable at times, but all the more reason to cling tight to what is true and real and sustaining. Missing someone is like a bad dream you can’t wake yourself up from.

But the glass shatters in a cool way and I love imagining what it would be like to repel off the side of skyscrapers in Hong K

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  1. 陈纸鸢owl 2012年01月06日 23:38:48 举报
    我真的真的好爱他的文笔,这个翻译让我真心佩服!!

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