小编老母的四叔——澳门皇冠官网app时年二十陆岁——在秘鲁共和国携带三百名小将冲锋

What can I hold you with?

What can I hold you with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged
suburbs.

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged
suburbs.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at
the lonely moon.

I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the
lonely moon.

I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have
honoured in bronze:

I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have
honoured in marble: my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos
Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his
soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother’s grandfather -just twentyfour-
heading a charge of three hundred men in Perú, now ghosts on vanished
horses.

my father’s father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets
through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide
of a cow; my mother’s grandfather –just twentyfour– heading a charge
of three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on vanished horses.

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold. whatever manliness or
humour my life.

I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or
humour my life.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal.

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved somehow -the central
heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams and is untouched
by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow –the
central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is
untouched by time, by joy, by adversities.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you
were born.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic
and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I
am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

自个儿用哪些技巧留给你?
  小编给您贫穷的大街、绝望的日落、破败黄山区的月球。
  作者给您多少个经久地瞧着孤月的人的殷殷。
  我给你自身已寿终正寝的前辈,大家用开封石回想他们的亡灵:
  在台中边疆阵亡的本身老爹的父亲,两颗子弹射穿了他的胸腔,蓄着胡子的她死去了,士兵们用牛皮裹起他的尸体;笔者阿娘的伯公——时年贰15岁——在秘鲁(Peru)指导三百名士兵冲锋,近日都成了过眼烟云的马背上的亡灵。
  作者给您自身写的书中所能包罗的漫天悟力、我在世中所能有的男子气概或风趣。
  笔者给你二个一直不有过信仰的人的忠贞。
  作者给你小编灵机一动保全的本人自个儿的中坚——不营字造句,不和
梦想交易,不被时光、兴奋和逆境触动的基本。
  小编给你,早在您出生前连年的一个迟暮见到的一朵黄玫瑰的记得。
  笔者给您你对本身的解释,关于你协和的论争,你协和的真人真事而摄人心魄的新闻。
  作者给你本身的落寞、作者的乌黑、作者心的饥渴;小编试图用疑惑、危险、失利来触动你。

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I offer you explanationsof yourself, theories about yourself, authentic
and surprising news of yourself.

I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am
trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat.

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