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What can I hold you with?

我用什么才能留住你？

Jores Luis Bores

博尔赫斯

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the on of the jaed suburbs.

我给你贫穷的街道、绝望的日落、破败郊区的月亮。

I offer you the bitterness of a n who has looked lon and lon at the lonely on.

我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。

I offer you ancestors, dead n, the hosts that livin n have honoured in rble: father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets throuh his luns, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow;

ther’s randfather -just twentyfour- headin a chare of three hundred n in Perú, now hosts on vanished horses.I offer you whatever insiht books y hold. whatever nliness or huur life.

我给你我已死去的先辈，人们用大理石纪念他们的幽灵：在布宜偌斯艾利斯边境阵亡的我父亲的父亲，两颗子弹穿了他的胸膛。蓄着胡子的他死去了，士兵们用牛皮裹起他的尸体；我母亲的祖父——时年二十四岁——在秘鲁率领三百名士兵冲锋，如今都成了消失的马背上的幽灵。

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。

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

我给你一个从未有过信仰人的忠诚。

I offer you that kernel of self that I have saved sohow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with drea and is untouched by ti, by joy, by adversities.

我给你我设法保全的我自己的核心——不营字造句，不和梦想交易，不被时间、欢乐和逆境触动的核心。

I offer you the ry of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

我给你，早在你出生前多年的一个傍晚看到的一朵黄玫瑰的记忆。

I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authenti