人群之间擦肩而过的是谁?握着我们的又是哪一双手?匆匆而过的都是过客。谁是停留在我们生命中的人?那些在夜空一闪而过灿烂的花火,她们真的明白自己燃烧的价值吗?遇见以为青田是她生命中的一个天使,殊不知,段桥才长着一对隐形的翅膀。谁是谁的那朵云,谁又是谁的那颗树。
Darius & the Clouds
You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad. Here there is too much sadness and not enough sky. Butterflies too are few and so are flowers and most things that are beautiful. Still, we take what we can get and make the best of it.
Darius, who doesn’t likes school, who is sometimes stupid and mostly a fool, said something wise today, though most days he says nothing. Darius, who chases girls with firecrackers or a stick that touched a rat and thinks he’s tough, today pointed up because the world was full of clouds, the kind like pillows.
You all see that cloud, that fat one there? Darius said, See that? Where? That one next to the one that look like popcorn. That one there. See that. That’s God, Darius said. God? Somebody little asked. God, he said, and made it simple.
那是一只小丑打扮的洋娃娃,白色的脸,黑色缎帽子,大眼睛下画有一滴将滴未滴的眼泪,身上穿黑色缎衣,戴白色手套。