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25:
在纽约住的这几个月里，就没有下过这么大的雨。
从夜里就开始了，等到清晨，淅淅沥沥的雨渗透到了我的梦里。我穿着风衣打着雨伞走在外面，我住的这个也许是曼哈顿最安宁的地方更是没有一个人出没在路上。
风不大，只是无尽的雨水。我仿佛就到了泰国的那种水气，木头在泡在河里的味道。
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前两天去Metropolitan Opera看《卡门》。
笔者近照。
jan 20
20:
去年干的最后一件大快人心的事情，就是把我长了3年的长发全部剪去。事后，我一点也不后悔。到是感觉，这才是我；这才回到了原我。
然后把长发捐给病童医院了。多好，一箭双雕。
今天上贝多芬/舒伯特/博拉姆兹课。老师呼风唤雨讲了一番，我听得挺带劲，就是觉得逻辑性和规划性比较混乱。不过，我真是无比的喜欢今年的课。
只能说，剪不断，理还乱，剪去是上策。
我发现好久没有写点实质性的东西了。
引起一下自己的注意。
致 勃拉姆兹op.119 no.1
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也许要对你说的，注定是独白。
滴淌的雨水，云雾缠绕着山腰就像这段你的记忆缠绕着我的灵魂。
看着你那双带有泪痕的双眼，我没有一个字说得出来。只有看见自己轻轻放在你脸颊的手，我才发现这是我第一次失去控制力。
我多希望，那一瞬间，我也许触摸到了你的灵魂。
或许你没有存在过。
my world of Romance
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When I was little, I lived in a world of Romance. I’m not sure what has induced it – externally or internally. I would be sitting on the grass with my little umbrella under a beautiful spring sun, blowing a dandelion, and as the seeds fly away in the mid air my vision blurs and with that I sensed that I was sitting on the green grass on the endless glen somewhere in England, with wild flowers surrounding me that emitted all kinds of fragrances.
Of course, I had no idea where England was, or that it was called England at all. But I knew, I was in place different.
The other day as I walk down Broadway in Manhattan, in the crisp air of a slightly warmer winter day, I suddenly felt that I was a child again. All the buildings surrounding me were so different, they took me back in time, back to my time of Romance. Everything was so well acquainted in the distant memory of mine as a little girl – who never even saw all these things. I felt so estranged, so wonderfully estranged in such a place – all the people seemed so wonderfully foreign and all the buildings, so wonderfully different.
At that moment, I was the only person in the world. Everything else was like the glen somewhere in England.
