罗马式

Romanesque

清晨：街道飘浮着认真烹调的味道。洋葱仰面躺倒，鲜肉滋滋灼烤．铁勺在碟子里咣咣作响。我们在这里生活了八百年却饥饿依然。古老的青苔啃噬着石头。我们以如此激烈的方式相爱着。教堂里的石刻雕像扭动着，似一个个恶魔：绝望．或享受——缠绕藤上，骑着狮子，张着大嘴。熟练地将尖叉直直刺入肚子。

Morning： smells of serious cooking float in the street. Onions give up the ghost, flesh sizzles,2 a metal spoon clinks on a dish. We＇ve lived here for eight hundred years, we＇re still hungry. Ancient mosses nibble3 the stones. We found such fierce ways to love. A demon for each, carved in limestone, squirms in the cuech Despair, Luxury--they tangle in vines, ride lions, gape2 Adepts at pronging pitchforks into the gut.