我从十三岁到十六岁,每个小时都是在你身上度过的。我干了多少傻事啊!我亲吻你的手摸过的门把,我偷了一个你进门之前扔掉的雪茄烟头,这个烟头我视若圣物,因为你嘴唇接触过它。晚上我百次地借故跑下楼去,到胡同里去看看你哪间屋里还亮着灯光,用这样的办法来感觉你那看不见的存在,在想象中亲近你。你出门旅行的那些星期里——我一看见那善良的约翰把你的黄色旅 I am from thirteen to sixteen, every hour of your life. How many stupid I did! I kissed the doorknob touched by your hand, and I stole a cigar butt thrown away before you entered the door. I treated this as a relic, because your lips touched it. In the evening, I run hundreds of times to go downstairs and go to the alley to see which room is lit with lights. In such a way, I can feel your invisible existence and approach you in my imagination. During those days of your trip - I saw that good John put your yellow brigade on