遥远的驼铃,北非延绵不断的红色沙漠,和天边苍凉的落日....
不想为<<英国病人>>写影评,因为无法企及那份深刻的爱情,那无奈的战争,无法企及那沙漠中的苍凉与绝望...
伊人已不在,独自驾驶着加油德国汽油的英国飞机行驶在茫茫沙海,蓝天失色,生命亦失色.黑色的高射炮如乌云一般在北非的蓝天中绽放,意识离乱,只因能讲一口英语,便被当做英国病人.
被美丽护士执意留下的英国病人有一本历经沧桑的小书,书页已经泛黄,里面还夹着一些手迹和信件...护士每天睡前都要为病人读故事,而那天的故事,和记忆中她的影子那样戏剧化的重叠在了一起...那个充满深意的盖斯和皇后的故事...
说不出口的深情,只能用冰蓝的眼神表达.不要追问我理由,因为我不能说理由,我只能这样看着你,用尽我全部的热情看着你,即使你低垂着眼帘,也逃不过我眼里蓝色的花朵.
还记得那夜的风沙吗,我犹豫再三的手终于颤抖着抚上你金色的发梢,而你的指尖在蒙沙的玻璃上划过了"love"的痕迹...
在那晚信号灯的霓虹下,你问我你是我书中的K吗,那样执着着追寻答案的眼神,我却无法回答...这场危险地游戏终于开始...
When were you most happy? Now.
When were you least happy? Now.
I hate ownership, being owned.但当我说这句话的时候,我已经想要占有.
沙漠中炎热的圣诞节,镂花窗框背后晃动的人影,那份不予言说的激情.你把激情给了我,倦怠只能留给他.
所有的偏执和绝望,所有的挣扎和失落,只因那深深地一眼,那一个故事,那一段无法回去的过去.凡是属于我的,我都要占有. For this moment, please dance with me.
晴朗的夜晚汉娜手里的烛光,半空中的绳结和中世纪的壁画,另一份爱恋悄然开始.战后清新的雨夜,护士汉娜调皮的笑容,几个人抬着英国病人在大雨中疯跑.雨中欢快的笑声,雨中弧形的栏杆,雨中英国病人满意的笑容,只为那一刻铭记.
But we are not safe. 绝望的丈夫最后的复仇,载着妻子几乎是自杀式的冲向那个"他".漫天黄沙的动荡之后,我只看到了重伤的,亲爱的你.
你精通多国语言,却话也不想说.什么都来不及,什么都不得不放弃,只来得及在最后听你说" I always loved you",忍不住的泪水只能够迷失在掠掠的风里.
还记得那个泳者洞穴吗,在那里,我失去了你.
那么冰冷绝望的等待,即使有你的怀抱,还是那么冷.泛黄纸上颤抖着的字迹,黑暗中最后的抽泣.亲爱的,我知道你会回来.
亲爱的,请你等着我回来.我一定会回来,哪怕是和魔鬼交易.只是为何我回来后,有的只是你僵硬的躯体.连黄色的沙砾都在为我们流泪,再也回不来了,你眼里的那潭碧绿.就让我在这黑暗的洞穴里,陪着你沉沉睡去...
My darling, I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark, or a week? Fire is gone now, and i'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside, but then there'd be the sun. I'm afriad I waste the light...on the paintings and on writing those words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, taste we have swollowed, bodies we have entered, and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in, like this wreched cave. I want all these marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundries draw on maps, the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted. To talk on such a place with you, with friends, an earth without maps. The lamp's gone out, and I'm writing...in the darkness...
外面的阳光那么灿烂,我的故事也最终要结束...
不想为<<英国病人>>写影评,因为无法企及那份深刻的爱情,那无奈的战争,无法企及那沙漠中的苍凉与绝望...
伊人已不在,独自驾驶着加油德国汽油的英国飞机行驶在茫茫沙海,蓝天失色,生命亦失色.黑色的高射炮如乌云一般在北非的蓝天中绽放,意识离乱,只因能讲一口英语,便被当做英国病人.
被美丽护士执意留下的英国病人有一本历经沧桑的小书,书页已经泛黄,里面还夹着一些手迹和信件...护士每天睡前都要为病人读故事,而那天的故事,和记忆中她的影子那样戏剧化的重叠在了一起...那个充满深意的盖斯和皇后的故事...
说不出口的深情,只能用冰蓝的眼神表达.不要追问我理由,因为我不能说理由,我只能这样看着你,用尽我全部的热情看着你,即使你低垂着眼帘,也逃不过我眼里蓝色的花朵.
还记得那夜的风沙吗,我犹豫再三的手终于颤抖着抚上你金色的发梢,而你的指尖在蒙沙的玻璃上划过了"love"的痕迹...
在那晚信号灯的霓虹下,你问我你是我书中的K吗,那样执着着追寻答案的眼神,我却无法回答...这场危险地游戏终于开始...
When were you most happy? Now.
When were you least happy? Now.
I hate ownership, being owned.但当我说这句话的时候,我已经想要占有.
沙漠中炎热的圣诞节,镂花窗框背后晃动的人影,那份不予言说的激情.你把激情给了我,倦怠只能留给他.
所有的偏执和绝望,所有的挣扎和失落,只因那深深地一眼,那一个故事,那一段无法回去的过去.凡是属于我的,我都要占有. For this moment, please dance with me.
晴朗的夜晚汉娜手里的烛光,半空中的绳结和中世纪的壁画,另一份爱恋悄然开始.战后清新的雨夜,护士汉娜调皮的笑容,几个人抬着英国病人在大雨中疯跑.雨中欢快的笑声,雨中弧形的栏杆,雨中英国病人满意的笑容,只为那一刻铭记.
But we are not safe. 绝望的丈夫最后的复仇,载着妻子几乎是自杀式的冲向那个"他".漫天黄沙的动荡之后,我只看到了重伤的,亲爱的你.
你精通多国语言,却话也不想说.什么都来不及,什么都不得不放弃,只来得及在最后听你说" I always loved you",忍不住的泪水只能够迷失在掠掠的风里.
还记得那个泳者洞穴吗,在那里,我失去了你.
那么冰冷绝望的等待,即使有你的怀抱,还是那么冷.泛黄纸上颤抖着的字迹,黑暗中最后的抽泣.亲爱的,我知道你会回来.
亲爱的,请你等着我回来.我一定会回来,哪怕是和魔鬼交易.只是为何我回来后,有的只是你僵硬的躯体.连黄色的沙砾都在为我们流泪,再也回不来了,你眼里的那潭碧绿.就让我在这黑暗的洞穴里,陪着你沉沉睡去...
My darling, I'm waiting for you. How long is the day in the dark, or a week? Fire is gone now, and i'm horribly cold. I really ought to drag myself outside, but then there'd be the sun. I'm afriad I waste the light...on the paintings and on writing those words. We die. We die rich with lovers and tribes, taste we have swollowed, bodies we have entered, and swum up like rivers. Fears we've hidden in, like this wreched cave. I want all these marked on my body. We are the real countries, not the boundries draw on maps, the names of powerful men. I know you'll come and carry me out into the palace of winds. That's all I've wanted. To talk on such a place with you, with friends, an earth without maps. The lamp's gone out, and I'm writing...in the darkness...
外面的阳光那么灿烂,我的故事也最终要结束...
