
It is painful to read through this memoirs. Nothing else, just because she can remind me of you...
Lots of intermingled feelings, lots of bittersweet words, lots of unforgettable mementoes...
Here is a poem to Salome from Rilke, it speaks out my heart too...

Put out my eyes,
and I can see you still,
Slam my ears to,
and I can hear you yet;
And without any feet I can go to you;
And tongueless, I can conjure you at will.
Break off my arms,
I shall take hold of you
And grasp you with my heart as with a hand;
Arrest my heart,
my brain will beat as true;
And if you set this brain of mine afire,
Then on my blood-stream I yet will carry you.
刺瞎我的眼睛,我仍旧能看见你
塞住我的耳朵,我仍旧能听见你
没有了脚,我依旧能走向你
没有了舌头,我依旧能恳求你
折断我的手臂,我也能抱紧你、抓牢你,用我的心;
带走我的心,
我的思绪不会就此止息;
如果你焚之以火,
我的血液依旧因你而流淌。
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