对 话 A CONVERSATION

当一阵风转动的时候，我听见花园和沙漠在相互讨论一些事情。有时在花园，有时在沙漠，要么在白天，要么在夜晚。泥墙，石墙，无墙，石灰石，遥远的绵羊，嚎叫声，鸟鸣声，嘶嘶声，滴落声，沉寂，干燥的气味，有水的气味，月亮，星星，那成为它们之间的钥匙的花朵。

花园和沙漠，相互诉说自己的梦幻。它们尤其会梦见对方。沙漠梦见花园在自己里面。它热爱花园。它拥抱花园。它想把花园变成沙漠。花园生活在自己的范围内。它梦见沙漠把自己团团围住，梦见它与沙漠的差异，它知道那种差异脆弱得就像情感。

我肯定在很久前就听见了它们交谈。我肯定在两岁时就听见了它们交谈。我肯定一岁时就听见了它们交谈，如此等等。也许是在我出生之前。或者任何人出生之前。或者任何圆弧变成鸡蛋之前。或者水诞生，在高高的岩石上冷却，预言泪水，预言眼神之前。

甚至在岩石诞生，在彩色之夜里移动之前，我就肯定听见了它们交谈。或许，我早就听见了它们交谈，自从光芒开始寻找某种要在上面写作的东西，向前飞翔，洁白，里面隐藏着色彩，周围环绕着黑暗，从开始没有遗忘什么，到预言知识的结束，预言荒野，预言花园，预言那梦见自己成为花园的荒野。而且花园。而且荒野。

There is a wind that when it turns I hear the garden and the desert discussing things with each other. Sometimes in the garden， sometimes in the desert，day or night. Mud walls，stone walls，no walls，limestone，sheep far away，howling，birds singing，hissing，trickling，silence，dry smells，watered smells，moons，stars，flowers that are keys between them.

They tell their dreams to each other， the garden and the desert. They dream above all of each other. The desert dreams of the garden inside it. It loves the garden. It embraces the garden. It wants to turn it into desert. The garden lives within itself. It dreams of the desert all around it， and of its difference from the desert， which it knows is as frail as feeling.

It must be a long time since I first heard them talking. I must have heard them when I was two. I must have heard them when I was one， and so on. Perhaps before I was born. Or anyone was born. Or any roundness became an egg. Or the water was born， cooling on a high rock， prophesying tear， prophesying eyes.

I must have heard them even before the rocks were born moving in the colored night. Probably I have heard them ever since the light began looking for something to write on， flying on， white， with the colors hidden inside it and the darkness around it， forgetting nothing from the beginning. prophesying the end of knowledge， prophesying the wilderness， prophesying the garden， prophesying the wilderness dreaming that it was a garden. And the garden. And the wilderness.

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