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《Call Me By Your Name 以你的名字呼喚我》中譯修訂 page 252 你的眼睛永遠在那裡


---原文---

Your eyes are forever there, I wanted to say, trapped in the sheer curtains, staring out from my bedroom upstairs where no one sleeps these days. When there's a breeze and they swell and I look up from down here or stand outside on the balcony, I'll catch myself thinking that you're in there, stating out from your world to my world, saying, as you did on that one night when I found you on the rock, I've been happy here. You're thousands of miles away but no sooner do I look at this window than I'll think of a bathing suit, a shirt thrown on the fly, arms resting on the banister, and you're suddenly there, lighting up your first cigarette of the day.


---中譯修訂---

你的眼睛永遠在那裡,困在薄紗窗簾裡,從樓上現在已沒人睡的,我的房間裡望出來。當微風吹拂,窗簾飄飛時,我會從這裡仰望或站在陽臺外,注意到自己想著你在那裡,你從你的世界望著我的世界,如同那晚我發現你坐在岩石上那樣,對我說:我在這裡很快樂。你遠在千里之外,但當我一看到這扇窗,便會想起一件泳褲,一件匆忙披上的襯衫,倚靠在欄杆上的手臂,接著你會突然出現,點燃當天的第一根菸。

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