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亲爱的伊塔洛:入夜后才是属于自己的时光,一杯咖啡、一块蛋糕、两片《无伴奏大提琴》的CD,在疲累把自己彻底击垮之前,黑夜与晨曦的交界处,我放松了肢体,任由情感奔流,一举冲毁了理智筑成的堤防:何其无望地,我又一次记起来生命中无可比拟的那个人。那个人、那种震颤,初遇他的时日,那份惊艳的心情。当时我柔软得像一块未成形的黏土,甘愿让他恣意地揉捏。又好像一团摊在锅里的面饼,欢喜由他尽情地搅弄。我满怀热情地想像着他,期待他充满巧智的文辞挑逗。
Dear Detalheid: It’s time for myself after midnight, a cup of coffee, a piece of cake, two CDs of “unaccompanied cellos,” and I relax at the junction of night and dawn before I am exhausted to completely crush myself Extremity, letting the emotions run, washed away the sanctity of the embankment: why hopelessly, I once again remember that life unparalleled person. That person, the kind of tremor, first met his time, the share of amazing feelings. At that time I was soft like an unformed clay, willing to let him knead arbitrarily. Also like a group of flour cake in the pot, happy to make fun of him. I am passionate to imagine him, looking forward to his clever rhetoric to tease.