<h1>第116章</h1>
ememI offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.
ememI offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in marble:
ememmy father’s father killed in the frontier ofBuenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow
ememmy mother’s grandfather -just twentyfour- heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished horses.
ememI offer you whatever insight my books may hold,whatever manliness or humour my life.
ememI offer you the loyay of a man who has never been loyal.
ememI offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.
ememI offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.
ememI offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself.
ememIcan give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart
ememI am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.
emem--
emem(我用什么才能留住你？
emem我给你贫穷的街道、绝望的日落、破败郊区的月亮。
emem我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。
emem我给你我已死去的先辈，人们用大理石纪念他们的幽灵：
emem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；
emem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。
emem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。
emem我给你一个从未有过信仰人的忠诚。
emem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。
emem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。
emem我给你对自己的解释，关于你自己的理论，你自己的真实而惊人的消息。
emem我给你我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我心的饥渴；
emem我试图用困惑、危险、失败来打动你。）2
emem6.
emem管锌手臂有轻微的动作，靖岳立马握住，放在唇边一点一点儿地啄着，眼泪随地心引力滑落，靖岳没有伸手去抹，管锌的手指在他脸上颤颤巍巍地浮着，靖岳含住，声泪俱下。