第90章 我用什么才可以留住你

Why can I hole you with?

我用什么才可以留住你？

I offer you lean streets， desperate sunsets， the moon of the jagged suburbs.

我给你荒落的街道、寂灭的落日和郊野的月亮。我给你长久以来对月自苦的心伤。

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.

我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。

I offer you my ancestors， my dead men， the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble: my fathers father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires， two bullets through his lungs， bearded and dead， wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mothers grandfather -just twenty four- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú， now ghosts on vanished horses.

我给你我故去的先祖，他们的亡魂被生者在大理石的铭文中颂扬；我的祖父，他捐躯于布宜诺斯艾利斯的边境战场，两颗子弹穿过了他的胸膛，他蓄着胡子，尸体被士兵以牛皮裹在一旁；我母亲的祖父，他在二十四岁那年率三百人冲锋在秘鲁战场，最终也成为马背上的亡魂，飘飘荡荡。

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or humour my life.

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。我给你我书笺中的一切洞见，以及我生命中所有的幽默和担当。

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.