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    22 december

    One was enough, the other set me free

          不喜欢朝九晚五的日复一日,但必须承认,这样的生活是可以让人暂时安定下来的。清闲之下,重拾起高中时午后散步的习惯。思南路,一直很喜欢的小马路。在初冬稀薄的阳光下或是潮湿的阴沉的天气里,享受着食物所带来的温暖与满足感,我走得很慢,以一种极其慵懒的姿态;宁静的,封闭式的马路,抬起头,却可以看清整片天。
          其实很多时候我们付出的努力都是在为生存所做的妥协,并非心甘情愿。若是想要的一切都近的唾手可得,那么目标与理想到底还存不存在,或者我们已经不会再去考虑这些问题了。维持着衣食富足的生活轨迹,即使倦怠了,却被惯性牢牢的拉住,无力也无心去寻求改变。可是我还很年轻,我告诉自己,即使挣脱的结果是遍体鳞伤,我想我还输得起。
     
          想到这个礼拜在看的亦舒,姜喜宝,我喜欢的女人,她走的路是无法复制和再现的。女人没有做出像她那样的选择,不是因为她们有多清高多有骨气,只是因为她们未曾走到过山穷水尽这一步,只是因为她们至此一生都没有遇到一个勖存姿这样的男人。“如果沒有爱,有钱也是好的。”姜喜宝可以把现实和爱情看得那么透彻,所谓物质,是爱情贫乏后的慰藉。于是当她有了这辈子都用不完的钱后,依旧守在老情人身旁。
           生活的漩涡里,总有人会义无反顾的抽拖出来。聪明如是,丝毫不肯违背自己的心,眼见的未尝就不是一种痛苦。倘若将来有个女儿,不要让她读那么多的书,特别是在小的时候。宁可她单纯天真一点,永远生活在庇护下也好,不接近真相的人往往比较容易得到纯粹的幸福。当然,最高的境界是大智若愚,了解真相却又假装不知道,是自己成全出来的幸福,但往往我们都不是有大智慧的人。
           亦舒的小资是从骨子里透出来的,有那么一点决绝坚韧的味道,小资得很大气。城市古堡、珠宝钻石,在她笔下就像儿时玩过的洋娃娃、不经意间路边纷扬的柳絮一般,自然的水到渠成。
     
          2007年尾声,我的另一次演讲。一头一尾,呼应得恰到好处,又或许是冥冥之中早有注定。我得到整场最热烈的掌声,只是我的眼中看不到任何观众。我需要的已不是一个"young""beautiful"那样的赞美,走完一年,我得到了另一个全新的词汇"marrowy",我预料中的肯定。走下讲台的时候,坦然直视某个方向迎来的目光,那刻的我一定自信的无懈可击。时间的意义在于见证我们的成长,即使成长只是那么微不足道的一点点。让这些文字,作为年初那一段的呼应。
     
          头发长到了一个不长不短的尴尬局面。剪头发凭借的是一时的勇气,留头发却需要有长久的耐心和承担。
          疯狂的事经历一次就够了。若再一次,沉溺或者厌倦,都不是什么完满的结果。这个,恰是与题目相悖的。
    06 december

    two songs, two sex,and a audient

     
    我最近反复听的两首歌。都在很适时的时候,让我遇到了他们。两首都有点现实主义的歌,我把他们放在一起听的时候,发觉了两性的差异:女人永远是用自己的眼睛来看世界,而男人却以这个世界的目光审视自己。
    两首同是对话形式的歌,后一首是一个女人对另一个女人的倾诉。当你在失落失意的时候,当不满于现在的生活,苦于梦想得不到实现时,听这两首歌,以一个被倾诉者的身份。
     
    Streets of London   
                                             by Ralph McTell
    Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market 
    Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes ?
    In his eyes you see no pride, hand held loosely at his side
    Yesterday`s paper telling yesterday`s news
     
    So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
    And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
    Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
    I'll show you something to make you change your mind
     
    Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London
    Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
    She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking 
    Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
     
    So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
    And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
    Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
    I'll show you something to make you change your mind
     
    In the all night cafe at a quarter past eleven,
    Same old man is sitting there on his own
    Looking at the world  over the rim of his tea-cup
    Each tea last an hour then he wanders home alone
     
    So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
    And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
    Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
    I'll show you something to make you change your mind
     
    And have you seen the old man outside the seaman’s mission
    Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
    In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity
    for one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care
     
    So how can you tell me you`re lonely,
    And say for you that the sun don’t shine?
    Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
    I'll show you something to make you change your mind
     
    我忘了是打开哪个网页的时候,耳边放着最大音量的摇滚。
    然后忽然间一个清澈的女声跳了出来,穿透人心。
    让我想起丽芙泰勒的话
    好女孩上天堂,坏女孩走四方
    她们通常都是美丽的,美丽而有思想,于是就更不容易满足

    I've Never Been to Me 
                                                                    by Charlene
    Hey lady, you lady, cursing at your life
    You're a discontented mother and a regimented wife
    I have no doubt you dream about the things you never do
    But I wish someone had talked to me like I wanna talk to you
     
    Oh, I've been to Georgia and California and anywhere I could run
    Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
    But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
    I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
     
    Please lady please lady don't just walk away
    'Cause I have this need to tell you why I'm all alone today
    I can see so much of me still living in your eyes
    Won't you share a part of a weary heart that has lived a million lives?
     
    Oh, I've been to Nice and the isle of Greece when I sipped champagne on a yacht
    I moved like Harlow in Monte Carlo and showed them what I've got
    I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things that a woman ain't suppose to see
    I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
     
    Hey, you know what paradise is?
    It's a lie, a fantasy we created about people and places as we like them to be
    But you know what truth is?
    It’s that little baby you're holding and it's that man you fought with this morning
    The same one you are gonna make love to tonight
    That’s truth that's love
     
    Sometimes I've been to crying for unborn children that might have made me complete
    But I, I took the sweet life I never knew I'd be bitter from the sweet
    I spent my life exploring the subtle whoring that costs too much to be free
    Hey lady I've been to paradise but I've never been to me...
     
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