Archive for July 23rd, 2005

悲傷的探戈

What is Tango in Buenos Aires?

Tango is Argentine – danced first and best by immigrants in dismal brothels over a hundred years ago. And it clings to the air of Buenos Aires like the scent of marzipan to a cake tin.

It is a dance of sorrow and you must do it with passion, with intimacy, and with a mind empty of anything but that demanding beat. Turn on the 24-hour tango radio station, drink it in like fog, and, once the clock has struck midnight, walk down the wide Paris-like streets and join the Porteños. Catch an eye, old or young, rich or poor, fat or thin, and wrap your legs around them. Dance, with joy, all night.

當我發現,我的心神被佔據得連探戈也跳不來,我知道我快樂不來。
愈用力,距離愈遠。

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一家四口

今天,很早便回到家。

媽媽和弟弟預備麻雀檯,爸爸看過醫生,我覆了幾個電郵,便打開雀局,還一起吃外賣 pizza。

我喝了點紅酒。
今天比往昔醉得快,我說了很多很多遍:醉了會輸十番。

結果,真的輸了很多籌碼。

累極,大家都休息了。

這是我們一家四口,很快樂很快樂的時光。