- 在去格林纳达的路上，读了Lorca的几首诗，刻骨铭心：
Rider’s Song
Córdova
Far away and alone.
Black pony, big moon,
And olives in my saddlebag.
Although I know the roads
I’ll never reach Córdoba.
Through the plain, through the wind,
Black pony, red moon
Death is looking at me
From the towers of Córdoba.
Ay! How long the road!
Ay! My valiant pony!
Ay! That death should wait for me
Before I reach Córdoba
Córdoba
Far away and alone
Farewell
If I die,
Leave the balcony open.
The little boy is eating oranges.
(from my balcony I can hear him. )
If I die,
Leave the balcony open!
原本想着把这几首喜欢的诗翻译成中文歌词，但就是英文已经很动人了。
鐜涢泤