精华 指尖，划着你的手心

[Swinging]

 

[红橙色]

 

[红橙色]

 

[Swinging]

Every love is discerned and named. Every love claims its own history. Ours is, to love somebody without having each other - a bitter aspect of life, to be endured if not precisely accepted; a needy process to remain completely shut down.

她：“真的很想跟你吵一架，忘了你。”
他：“那来吧，吵吧。”
她：“过去太美好，放不下啊。”
他：“放不下也要放，没可能的。”
她：“我等你。”
他：“将来的事情难讲，别等了。。。也许以后。。。”
她：“我等你10年。”
10年，展开双手数得清的年华。
夏天犹疑着，似来还去。刚离开大楼一个街区开始飘雨，她没有拿伞，毛毛细雨晶莹地在肩头闪动。本是可以转身的，但是她选择继续前行。5分钟后大雨瓢泼，她站在一株枝叶茂密的大树下，凉风阵阵吹过，她抱紧了胳膊。先是干爽的，渐渐集聚的雨水落下来，偏就穿了紧身的衬衣，每一颗雨滴都生生地击打在肌肤上，冷意更浓。雨水在深色的纤维上砸开，印花一般，呈现一种别样的设计。她仰脸看那蓬勃的大树，歌声在耳边响起来：
曾经我将无助的爱情
静静枕在你的臂弯裡
以為它将為我阻挡风雨
共我面对寂寞的潮汐
可是在你宽阔温暖的胸怀裡
总是听到冷冷的叹息
你那不屑说谎的眼睛
始终教我自己迴避
也许已经不是爱只是一种坚持的情怀
也许依然还有爱也许是慢慢生长的悲哀

 

[Swinging]

 

[Swinging]

Do we ever grow pale? Are we ever weak at our knees? We never wish nor need to think further. All we are awaiting is a light of relief to flood into our hearts, to dispel all the shadows of doubt.

他：“你今天有点不对劲嘛。”
她：“是啊。。。没事，明天就好了。”
他忧心地看着她。不久打来电话，“如果你病了，象不舒服，或者手术，举个例子啊，你说我来不来？”
“不会的，我身体好，就算是那样，叫911好了。”
他不愿放电话，她要他别闹，说上班呢。他说要继续谈，把话谈透。
“If there's a chance to change your fate, will you?” 她突然问。
“我会，看是什么改变。”
痛，很痛，她的双臂沉重得仿佛坠入深渊，无法动弹。她呻吟着睁开眼睛，在逐渐清醒的意识里，身体的知觉也在慢慢恢复。夜很深，很长，遥遥无期的绝望。
7点手机闹响，声音竟然如此巨大，她被惊吓得几乎弹跳起来。
他站在床前，他憔悴了，很憔悴。
他转身走了，她看着他的背影，对他说，她的心抽搐得碎了，很痛，很痛。

 

[Swinging]

 

[Swinging]

Let him kiss me with kisses of his mouth
For your love is more delightful than wine
Pleasing is the fragrance of your perfumes
Your name is like perfume poured out
-King Solomon (970 to 931 BC)

“想你。”
“Me too.”
“My love you would never be able to imagine how happy I am having you.”
“Great, I can feel your happiness. I am happy too.”
“I used to be very serious and cold. Oh dress warm tomorrow.”
“I am glad I open you up, and I believe you said that just for me. I like it.”
“It did take a few days to reach this point that we can talk about everything though. But yes you are right, we are both happy and enjoy each others' company.”
“Totally.”
“I have to tell you that you are the first and only man that I said so, in my whole life. Shameless…”
“It is so natural when we get to this stage. There is no shame between you and me. You can say anything you want to say.”
“Priceless. You don't have to keep me accompanied if it's hard for you.”
“Yes I am not going to deny, I have been thinking about us, future, it is hard. Even though we both have feelings for each other and I feel you and me will match perfectly, we often say that we need to do what we'd like to do, to live our own life, the life we want to live, but in reality, there are too too much...I don't really know what our future holds, there are a lot of unknown as of now. I don't promise anything I cannot fulfill, I just want you to be happy.”
“Fair enough. You have done (accommodated) quite a lot. I appreciate the stress you are undertaking. It's not easy. Especially for someone who has lived a smooth life like you. Actions speak louder than words. No one can predict the future.”
“亲爱的，别多想了，睡吧。”

 

[Swinging]

 

[Swinging]

一生的激情皆因你燃尽，从此沉睡不再醒来。
等你，用你的指尖，划我的手心。。。

 

[Swinging]

Be frank and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have; my bounty is as boundless as the sea. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay. And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world.

她用近$300添置了一件rain coat。雨天让她尤其想他，下了班，她会开车到没人的地方，在冷雨里慢慢地走。过去偶尔会撑一把伞，雷声滚过，她傻傻地把伞尖指向地面。雨中，有没有拿伞，回到车上的时候，差不多总是湿透的。
有一种期待，一种渴望，一直在身体里，在思想里蛰伏。她珍惜着，坚持着，永扑不灭。
时至深秋，早出晚归都在模糊不清似明似暗的时辰。她禁不住叹息，一天一天啊，漫无边际。
飞车而过的时候，她看到了他，上次见到他时尚未入夏。她知道他在等她，只为看她一眼。
她想他该看到了她的新衣吧，他有好些类似的外衣。Tick, tick, tick, memories slipped through. 过去相依走在大街，路人侧目艳羡的完美。
她想让他知道，她从未有忘记他，她在坚守她许给他的诺言。
来来往往，你你我我，谁又知道最后结果。

 

[Swinging]

 

[红橙色]

Every love is discerned and named. Every love claims its own history. Ours is, to love somebody without having each other - a bitter aspect of life, to be endured if not precisely accepted; a needy process to remain completely shut down.

她：“真的很想跟你吵一架，忘了你。”
他：“那来吧，吵吧。”
她：“过去太美好，放不下啊。”
他：“放不下也要放，没可能的。”
她：“我等你。”
他：“将来的事情难讲，别等了。。。也许以后。。。”
她：“我等你10年。”
10年，展开双手数得清的年华。
夏天犹疑着，似来还去。刚离开大楼一个街区开始飘雨，她没有拿伞，毛毛细雨晶莹地在肩头闪动。本是可以转身的，但是她选择继续前行。5分钟后大雨瓢泼，她站在一株枝叶茂密的大树下，凉风阵阵吹过，她抱紧了胳膊。先是干爽的，渐渐集聚的雨水落下来，偏就穿了紧身的衬衣，每一颗雨滴都生生地击打在肌肤上，冷意更浓。雨水在深色的纤维上砸开，印花一般，呈现一种别样的设计。她仰脸看那蓬勃的大树，歌声在耳边响起来：
曾经我将无助的爱情
静静枕在你的臂弯裡
以為它将為我阻挡风雨
共我面对寂寞的潮汐
可是在你宽阔温暖的胸怀裡
总是听到冷冷的叹息
你那不屑说谎的眼睛
始终教我自己迴避
也许已经不是爱只是一种坚持的情怀
也许依然还有爱也许是慢慢生长的悲哀

没有花里胡哨的表白，一看就是心里发出的声音，真实～

简单也是一种美～

 

[红橙色]

 

[Swinging]

没有花里胡哨的表白，一看就是心里发出的声音，真实～

简单也是一种美～

人，是否可以灵魂脱离于肉体地生活，是否可以脸上挂着快乐的笑，而内心却痛苦烦恼。意思是，灵魂和肉体做着各自的事而相安。
之话题，无关经济意义上的生存。尚不能果腹，尚无片瓦，奢谈而已。
当没有衣食住行之忧时，人是否可以做到抛弃俗世，只活在理想里，只为理想而坚持。
有人会说，吃饱了撑的，自作多情，作茧自缚，算是吧，怎样地生活都是生活，全在自己，与他人无关。
肉体可以很简单，灵魂可以很复杂。简单好，复杂起来，也许离神经就不远了。
理想的爱情只在小说里。