这是一个王子爱上了自己的妈妈...经过自己的努力...终于取代了父王的故事...
母子恋情结过敏者勿看...荷花饭必看...其它人选看...
本视频由Garbo四个人邪恶出品...
片源提供:Takagi&Face0ff&湖月ANKI·レイ王子妃...
此片献给黄金控比及所有荷花饭... 

In A Piano / Room of Music

I had arrived at London Eye as early as 5 pm to pick up a position of good view... Okay, for those who stayed in their cozy house on NYE: enjoy the festival video! And wish you all a Happy New Year! ---Garbo

November Am Me / 十一月是我
by Garbo (En & Cn)
作/译 Garbo

October had already left away when I opened my eyes this morning. I got up from bed, moved myself closer to the window. The leaves were still there glittering with the hues of the emerald, as I twiched the curtain and looked out through the glass. I have no idea what time of year leaves fall from their trees here in England. Perhaps they insensibly slip away when I am not watching; or perhaps they have decided to let go overnight.

早晨醒来的时候,发现十月已经离开了.拉开窗帘,窗外的树叶还是一样的绿,我不知道英国的叶子到一年的什么时候才会从树干上脱落,也许会在不知不觉中悄悄离去,也许会在一夜之间忽然飘零.

I leant myself on the sill, recalling having a stroll along High Road last late evening, when parties of youngsters dressing-up livelily and oddly glided past me from time to time. Yes, it was Hallowe'en, an antique, peculiar and vivid festa, often leaving folks with unforgettable memories of joy. I remember completely the scene that a girl masked as Batman found herself almost face to face with me as she suddenly turnt to this direction. She was smiling radiantly when her eyes met mine. And thus there was added a page in my book of memory, on which a smile would never pass away. However, that page has been turned over, and I am now facing a blank calendar of the eleventh month of year.

我靠近窗边,只能记起昨晚在大街上走,一些打扮成各种古灵精怪的年轻人不断在眼前穿过.这是万圣节,一个古老的、奇特的、鲜艳的,且常常带给人们一些不灭的关于情趣的回忆的节日.比如我可以清晰地记得一个戴蝙蝠侠面具的姑娘与我打了个照面,她当时在开怀大笑,我的记忆本里便多了这画着她的笑容的一页.而此刻,这一页已经翻过,在我面前展开的是一个空白的十一月.

November is special for me, although I cannot think of anything special happening in this month when I look up in my chronicle. Yet I am here loving her, and there is not much point enlisting the assistance of verbalisation, for she becomes part of me in silence, as silently as she is being there. The smell of revelry has gone with the last carnival of October, while the joy of Christmas season is far yet to come. I refuse any feasting or celebration in November, to whom I leave only an empty blank except myself.

十一月于我是特别的一个月,虽然我想不出我有什么特别的事记发生在这个时间.然而我爱着十一月,这是不用加以说明的,在沉默间十一月已属于我,正如她自己一样沉默.狂欢的气息随着十月最后的节日画上句号一起被带走,而圣诞节的喜乐还远没有来到,我拒绝在十一月过任何节日,我留给她一片沉寂的空白,我留给她我自己.

I am the snow of November, drifting down and lying upon the leaves, the roofs and people's cheeks. None may care to notice, as I make no sound or trace. I am never like the rain of July, the one who waltzes and whistles all the coming way, making announcement of his arrival before he shows up round the street corner. Nor am I ever like the buds of April, who break scarcely out of their shells, turn a delicate spring to a voluptuous summer, and fancy changing the world's heart by adorning its face. Playing sound and moving images both live in time. You see and hear the changing, and you feel the lapse of time. Yet my November is inaudible and invisible, you do not tell when the ending will be, or whether there would be one. November is like eternity. And I am the snow of this eternal November, hailing from the silent heart of this world. Silently I melt into the veins of leaves, the tiles of roofs, and the gentle pink of people's cheeks. None may care to notice, as I make no sound or trace.

我是十一月的雪,落到树叶上、屋顶上和人们的脸上,没有谁会在意,因为我毫无声响,亦不作痕迹.我不像七月的雨,七月的雨总是哼着歌儿踏着舞步,他还没转过街角,你便已经知道是谁翩翩而来.我不像四月的芽,这些不知天高地厚的幼苗将整个青涩的春季扮装成妖娆的夏日,以为改变世界的模样就能改变它的内心.声音和图景的变迁均存在于时间中,你听到声音,看到影像,便可感知到时光的流逝.然而十一月的我是无声无形的,你便不知道我什么时候结束,或者我还要不要结束.十一月像是永恒.我是永恒的十一月的雪,来自世界的沉寂的内心.我悄悄融进叶脉,融进瓦隙,融进人们的脸孔---他们的脸颊是温柔的粉红,我便融进这温柔的粉红中,没有谁会在意,因为我毫无声响,亦不作痕迹.

I went for a ramble in the little garden nearby, while flowers were unfolding nowhere. This moment I became a flower of scarlet blooming in November, for each day and night, every dawn and dusk. I am quite aware that flowers should burst open in a more proper season. But you cannot be too hard on me. Please forgive me, as I have been planted so late. For greater part of the year, I was buried underground and sunk in a deep sleep. In that sleep, I saw the most prosperous days of the garden; in that sleep, I passed my hand across every flower ever grew on this land. I remember their softness and their sweetness; I remember how they flirted with each other; I remember their names. And now they have gone for good, lying in the dark, just as they had always been about my existance, about how they had animated my dead dream. I never joined their party. I was buried underground and sunk in a deep sleep until the wind of November woke me up. And now I am blooming here, alone in this everlasting November, for each day and night, every dawn and dusk.

漫步在小花园里,小花园里并没有花儿盛开.此刻我化作一朵鲜红的花,绽放在十一月的每一日,每一夜,每一个晨曦与薄暮.是的,我知道花儿应该懂得在春天和夏天开放.但请不要怪罪于我,请原谅我是晚栽的花.我的整个春夏光年都在地底沉睡,在睡梦中我见过小花园最繁华的时节,在睡梦中我抚摸过每一朵娇柔可爱的花,我记得她们的音容笑貌,我叫得出她们的名字.现在她们都死了,她们从不知道这一切,不知道我的存在,不知道她们曾使我的梦变得多么生动而甜美,因为我从未参加她们的盛宴,我的整个春夏光年都在地底沉睡.只有十一月的风把我唤醒,我只有在十一月绽放.我将永远孤独地绽放,绽放在十一月的每一日,每一夜,每一个晨曦与薄暮.

November is all that I have. November is my love. November is me. I come no where from the last month, and go no where into the next. When the new year arrives, I have died long before. Or else I may never die again, if I had died before I was born, and death is only my way of living. I will live for ever. And I will live alone, with no sound or trace. I live in November, through each day and night, every dawn and dusk.

十一月是我拥有的全部.十一月是我的爱.十一月是我.我不曾从十月中走来,也不再走进第十二月,在新年到来之前我早已死去.但我不会真正死去,或者我从生来就已死去,死亡只是我的生活方式.我会永远活着,孤独地,毫无声响、不作痕迹地活着,活在十一月的每一日,每一夜,每一个黎明与薄暮.

Boris Johnson v. Matt Lucas
Floda

The first time I saw Boris Johnson was on the closing ceremony of the Beijing Olympiad when he stupidly waved the five-ring banner. I looked at him and was amazed: Isn't that Matt Lucas in a wig?

First, here's Matt:

And then, here's Boris:

Matt in 'Prime Minister's Office':

Boris in an interview:

Matt as a paramedic:

Boris in 'Who do you think who you are':

Matt, who looks more like Boris when he's blond:

Am I the only one who thinks so?

This is Garbo. And the background music is now changed to Franz Schubert's famous piece - Du bist die Ruh, sung by one of the top, also my favourite, German lied singers Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau.
It is a pity I cannot find a video of it anywhere. (If anyone has got it please tell me!) While on Youtube there are several other versions, I recommend two of them:
The first rendition is by English baritone Andrew Ashwin, who has now joined the Deutsche Oper in Berlin. He sings various songs from English folks to Italian operas. He is defined as operatic by many, but I'm personally more fond of his lieder and oratorios.

  Andrew Ashwin - Du bist die Ruh (Youtube Link)

The other is a soprano version interpretated by Sylvia Schwartz. She once studied with many great singers of our time, like Thomas Quasthoff. I almost fell in love with her when I first heard her voice, which is so refined and sweet, added to which is her beautiful appearance.

  Sylvia Schwartz - Du bist die Ruh (Youtube Link)

The lyrics>(Poem by Friedrich Rückert)

Du bist die Ruh,
Der Friede mild,
Die Sehnsucht du
Und was sie stillt.

Ich weihe dir
Voll Lust und Schmerz
Zur Wohnung hier
Mein Aug und Herz.

Kehr ein bei mir,
Und schließe du
Still hinter dir
Die Pforten zu.

Treib andern Schmerz
Aus dieser Brust! *
Voll sei dies Herz
Von deiner Lust.

Dies Augenzelt
Von deinem Glanz
Allein erhellt,
O füll es ganz!

* You many notice that Andrew sings 'von deiner Brust' instead of the original line here. Perhaps he is too nervous? lol

Je lis un poème de Maurice Carême. Je ne peux pas me trouver le petit poète à Wikipédia. Mais, en tout cas c'est un poème intéressant.

I am completely against hedonism. It is a bootless fribble which burns one's precious time and brings no good. Some reckon that hedonism enlightens people in understanding the wonder of life, while in fact it runs in the opposite direction. Profligates hanker after the slim amusement on the land of the living, without seeing the path towards the realm where luminous and spiritual pleasure are shrouded. True conviviality hides along the journey of soul, through which we ceaselessly overcome the evil, vanquish the sin, and seek the meaning and value of life. What is your opinion?

~~~蟋蟀、中暑及中暑总代理为Garbo赴英留学而作的祈福篇

一. 蟋蟀献给Garbo
Garbo不久后就要去英国上学了.我真希望能用世界上最大的凯克望远镜对准55N5W、55N5E、50N5W与50N5E之间的方形区域,因为那是我心目中的英格兰的地理位置.我知道英格兰的经纬度这已经很不错了,至少,我想,比美国人要强.2002年2月26日<<卫报>>上的一篇文章写道:"在阿拉巴马州,人们可能以为英国和丹麦是一回事."文章作者马修·恩格尔向美国国务院候补队伍---华盛顿的乔治敦大学外交学院的学生问及英国和英国人时,他们只是说:"茶...长裤...简·爱...足球流氓...威廉王子...又干又湿...有教养...不热烈..."摆脱了殖民统治的人们会这么快就忘记了过去吗?何况他们自己的祖先也来自欧洲.我不禁想起了印度,这里本来就没有西方人,印度人还会记得那些殖民者的名字吗?他们是否还记得曾经有一位叫威廉·亨利·斯雷蒙的英国军官呢?后者曾经大施拳脚打击了被人称作"谋财害命者"的印度黑帮法格,使宝莱坞终于摆脱了黑社会的控制.像雷菲克·罗肖这样的帅哥明星知道是什么造就了他今天的人气吗?如果他要列一份清单,我就提醒他别忘了那本解释黑话的字典,它曾是斯雷蒙的杰作,也是孟买的救星.这种字典会不会早已绝版了呢?会不会剩下惟一的一本留在了博物馆里呢?幸好我还记得一些词条:"舒特"是镇定者,"布特"是杀人者,"鲁卡"是埋尸者...

二. 中暑献给Garbo
Garbo要去的英国,在我心目中可是个军事大国.去年全球军费开支,英国名列第二,仅次于美国.想当年,英国动用了她在大西洋上的全部舰艇击沉了企图到大西洋活动的被称为"海上霸王"的德国最大的战列舰"俾斯麦"号.<<Discovery>>节目曾经制作了探秘"俾斯麦"号的专辑,可惜我错过了,只好请Garbo讲解;作为交换,我给她讲解她错过了的探秘金字塔的专辑.这么好的伙伴马上就要赴英留学了,不管我会不会陪伴她,我祈祷她前途光明.我同样祈祷整个地球前途光明.地球运行在一条与数千条小行星公转轨道相交的轨道上,这还是蛮危险的呢!彗星也同样备受关注.1910年5月18日哈雷彗星的回归曾引起对"世界末日"的恐慌.有人倾家荡产地挥霍,有人把财产捐献给教堂,有人储备氧气罐,有人挖地窖...当然在这之后不久有人会后悔.我喜欢哈雷彗星,因为1986年就是它把Garbo带到了这个世界上.彗星带来厄运这种说法不对,因为Garbo就不是厄运.

三. 中暑总代理献给Garbo
我的好姐妹Garbo就要去英国拜见女王陛下了哇!让我们一齐呼叫"上帝保佑女王"吧.其实除了女王的卫兵,每个人都有比保佑女王更好的事情做.比如女王陛下本人现在或许就想着:"要是能骑马出去转转该多好哇!外面不会下雨吧..."英国人出门前爱担心天气,不知这位汉诺威王朝的后代是否亦如此.听蟋蟀说女王年轻时精于骑术,不知道有没有过与维也纳的Spanische Reitschule里的骑手较量过.Garbo告诉我在北京长城脚下也开了家骑马场,叫长城阳光山谷马术俱乐部,里面的人士都是来娱乐的,不像Spanische Reitschule的威风的骑手那样正规.不过无论正规与否,我都不会说什么,因为我对此丝毫不感兴趣.我也许会被跳着华尔兹的小马们逗乐,但我依然一想到马要听主人的使唤就难受.马会替人驮货、拉扯,甚至打仗,最可恶的就是这最后一条.可怜的动物不但失去了自由,而且卷入了战争,这当然不是它们的过错,而是人类的罪恶.动物中也有罪恶.有些动物为了给自己争取更多的Lebensraum会将自己的兄弟姐妹---一般是弟和妹---扼杀在摇篮里,上演着一出出该隐与亚伯的悲剧.话说回来,动物中的罪恶人间有,人间的罪恶别处却没有,怪不得人类被称作"宇宙之精华,万物之灵长"呢!