music, pathetic and sad, like my mind at the moment those faint thoughts surfaced repeatedly tangled mess. Paris, Texas, and students make fire
hit Unbearable Lightness of Being; secret link between a movie, a poet and a fiction ...... I think I've had
some dizzy, indulge in text and images are condemned to him Paying the price for his sensitivity and paranoia, "This is an exile without an end
!", I remembered the sober and almost crazy man shouting loudly on the bridge in the movie. As history and personal life,
so light can not bear the light if a feather, light as dust, we suddenly experiencing everything in life is imminent, unguarded, just
like an actor into the walkthrough. Not willing to fall into the trivial appearance of life, and without the courage
to shoot oneself in the head simply and neatly , so I can only scratch in the endless self-torture and inexplicable itching, until I give myself to
Scratched to death. Fortunately, we can also name this a sense of beauty, um, this is a sense of beauty that treats our depression and
gives us a new will to continue living. Life is not only low, but also endless. Milan Kundera said: "Sorrow is the
form, happiness is the content. Happiness is injected into the sadness." Haizi said, "There is no need for insight to survive, the earth presents itself." When writing
words, I feel the charm of illusion again, and time will prove me the vain pretense or hypocrisy, and the pleasure and the illusion of total
co-exist, at least at the moment, I seem to vaguely touch to Teresa that some light can never put into words - "her spirit
soul emerges from her body surface, such as those The sailors tucked in the bottom tank finally rushed out, scattered on the deck,
waving their
arms to the long sky and cheering. " So, is this a handful of fire, or is it a Texas·Paris?
"My feet are in Mulgate, and my heart is
under my feet"
--TS Eliot
western United States desert wilderness taken on a helicopter; huge towering rock gravel, came a ragged dirty male
person. This is a very tired, dry mouth and cracked face. He staggers and moves
forward firmly under the scorching sun . He put a plastic bucket filled with water, the bucket has been empty ...... in the wilderness time, a wandering
Chinese discord in the line, from the vigorous lonely guitar sound, scorching sun, an eagle in the head, silently Fly over. Travis
, travel, what secret messages are contained in the two similar words, no one knows why you left,
how long have you been away, what are you looking for? "The water has receded. It has receded calmly. The world is like a pottery bowl with fire extinguished, cold and
stable. At this time, if people gather in a group, they will lack an obvious center. People lack what defines themselves.
Gorse and jackal lack constraints. People crawl in a series of caves, and only you can make them stand..." Then, trav
is, are you looking for the Paris that gave birth to your life in the desolate wilderness of Texas, or that people holding lit eyes jump
jump fire? Your life begins in Paris, Texas, travis, a land destined to be banished from the very beginning. You go all the way
to, camped, silence, away from the warm embrace that you called the mother of the woman in, duty-bound to join the
desolate, no one stopped and looked at the footsteps of your loneliness, your ears, only the wind, you just want to go , walking, keep
walking, starting from the origin of life experienced difficulties and obstacles go back to the origin, but you can not stop until you met another
woman, and a child ......
"living these days, outside of The water was still cold, and he was seeing the sun burning like a pool of blood. He had a wish
. So he returned to her, behaving drunkly, like a pine tree swaying solemnly in the wind. "
Yes, all of this is also about a deep love.
Jane, you are as full and sweet as all fruits. When that man finds you, he seems to be struck by that happy lightning, his
speech is turbulent, and he is almost happy. Sad. The wave came so turbulent that you were all at a loss
, giving up struggling and raising your hands, concealing your panic with constant fleeing and mutual torture. "I love her, I love her
more than me... "My own imagination", travis' difficult words made the woman burned by the fire shed tears
in an instant . At that moment, she forgave him. Love still exists, but you will still be on the road, travis, Texas will never Paris...
"No one has brutally mutilated himself like him. He covered his eyes with blood and was blind for three years. That thing was
nailed to his body like a disaster day. He was irritable and irritable. He can't go with the situation. In the long and melodious song while
before the child, when the dance in the open, he took her to Nabing knife, a knife cut a hole in his arm and blood painted
on her chest. Say nothing. He is on the road. "
He cut a cut in his arm with a knife, and blood flowed out and became a child. A boy,
as full and sweet as all fruits. He put blood on her chest and said nothing, he On the road. Walk, walk, travis,
someone on that bridge shouted hoarsely: "You will definitely be cleaned up without any precautions. It will definitely be
like this, I promise you with my mother's head! Today, here, standing on my mother’s head, also on God
’s green earth, everyone, as long as they are not born in the fucking sewer, should know and understand thoroughly! They will
attack you in your sleep, they will grab you in the hot bath, they will pull you out of the beautiful sports car
go! No place, absolutely no place in this abandoned God valleys, I mean my voice spread from here to
spread it out, until the curse of the Mojave Desert, and then further away, across the barstows, throughout every corner of the valley , And finally
arrived at Liasana. No place can be called a safe zone! There is no safe zone at all! I can guarantee to you
card, a safe area will disappear, be completely eradicate, you will be banished, and perdition! This is
an exile without an end . If you still find it interesting, I still have some thoughts for you. Don't look at my wretched image,
but believe me, I know what I'm talking about. I'm not crazy! Don't say I didn't warn you! I warned you! I warned
you all! "He is not a lunatic, Travis, you know, you are as sober as he is, you don't speak, you just silent
, bow your head across the bridge step by step, he is shouting loudly, hoarse, almost crazy...
and the woman in his hometown embraces bright red blood, Day after day, I finally forgot about the pain.
"He carried his head like a lamp. Hit the road. This is the first lamp; the lamp that has not yet dried the blood, the lamp that is slippery, the lamp that has not yet repaid love
. The people on the plain did not sleep that night. Seeing him, he raised his head and came forward like a lantern. There are a little fire
species. Headless men, carrying fires and lanterns, walked towards them over the rivers. "
Texas Paris, it was a handful of fire. He carried his head with a complete flame in it, and all the children of God dance
! People are born and are driven into the world by God, and people are suffering from the suffering of the world. after always wanted to return to the Garden of Eden. However, Travis
, arriving from the middle of nowhere brightly lit, the flame still beating your skull, burns burns God himself. pain to
deep soul can not help themselves, but you cut his own Blood flowed out of his arm and became a child. After he found his mother
In the warm embrace, you will be on the road again, looking for Paris in Texas. Paris.texas, Texas never Paris ...
...
Jane stopped crying and her child into her arms, like a piece of your love alone snake
her child into her arms, the blood painted on his chest, in the warm Spent a lifetime in pain.
"My precious wife fell face down and accepted fire and love."
Quotation:
"The Waste Land" TSEliot
"Make Fire" Haizi
2004-7-18
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