—-Picture the scene
at the Golden Gates, some guy searching a list trying to find my
name,not finding it.
看完了海上钢琴师,非常喜欢1990最后的那段台词,它们说得和1900的琴声一样美:
In all that srawling
city there was everything except an end…what i did not see was
where the whole thing came to an end, the end of the world….u get
me up on that gangway and u roll out in front of me, a keyboard of
millions and billions of keys that never end…and if that keyboard
is infinite then there is no music u can play, u are sitting on the
wrong bench…
Christ, did u see the
streets?just the streets,there were thousands of them, how do u do
it down there?how do u choose just one?one woman, one hourse, one
piece of land to call ur own one landscape to look at, one way to
die?
All that world just
weighting down on u …u don’t even know where it comes to an
end…i was born on this ship and the world pass me by…land is a
ship too big for me,it’s a woman too beautiful,it’s a voyage too
long,perfume too strong,it’s music i don’t know how to make…i
could never get off this ship…at best, i can step off my
life,after all,i don’t exist for anyone…
是啊,这漫长漫长的人生,就像一个有着无限键符的键盘,没有尽头的键符如何才能创造音乐呢,就像面对这没有尽头的选择,人的一生,如何才能只住一栋房子,只耕作一块土地,只停留在一个地方,只爱上一个人…
所以1900选择一生只住在这漂泊的船上,因为陆地对于他,是一个太大的船,一个太漂亮的女人,一个太漫长的旅程,一首无法创作的音乐。。。。
一生只住在船上的人,世界只从身边走过,看过世间百态,却从未置身于其中,我是你们一晃而过的风景,回响耳际的旋律,津津乐道的传说。。。。一个人一生只弹一种乐器,做一种工作,住一个地方,爱一个人。
那是忧伤的、逃避的、幸福的却甚至没有户籍的钢琴师,I don’t exist for
anyone,所以相濡以沫,不如相忘于江湖。