科尔多巴,孤悬在天涯。——加西亚·洛尔卡《骑士之歌》“我一直抱有这个幻想,在某个地方,总会有一列火车,它的速度就是那样的慢,它的乘客就是那样的安逸……”这句很有诗意的话印在我面前这本薄薄的小册子上,看着它的时候,我正坐着一列缓慢行驶的火车,它悠闲地,温顺地也充满执拗地带着我。那一年,我仿佛五十岁的样子。那是个大雪弥漫的冬天。如果一个女人老去,那么她最先老掉的是面 Cordoba, lonely in the horizon. - Garcia Lorca “The Knight’s Song” "I’ve always had this fantasy, and there’s always a train somewhere, its speed is that slow, its passengers are that kind of ease ... The very poetic phrase printed on the thin booklet in front of me looked upon it, and I was sitting on a slow train, carrying me leisurely, meekly, and stubbornly. That year, I looked like a fifty-year-old. It was a snowy winter. If a woman is old, then she is the first to lose the face