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《老虎与猴子》
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胶彩木板画
《鲁图恩·卡萨隆》里讲，猴子在海上受困，乌龟将它救起，负到岸边。老虎来了，和猴子一起杀死了乌龟，把它做成沙爹吃了。
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The Diligent and Good Natured Miss Onion, 1975I Wayan Barwa (1933–2004)Peliatan, Ubudacrylic & canvas The Balinese folktale of Bawang–Kesuna tells of Ni Bawang, Miss Onion, a kind-hearted girl who is mistreated by her wicked sister, Ni Kesuna, Miss Garlic. Chased from home by her mother, Ni Bawang meets a magical yellow bird in the forestContinueContinue reading “Balinese Tales”

阿湄位于乌布东北方，是个巴厘海岸边的小渔镇。到阿湄的第二天早上，我租了艘朱贡船出海浮潜。头埋进水里，四处看看：珊瑚呀，鱼儿啊，乌龟呀。如此等等。

中午过后，我回到酒店房间，随后走到阳台上，无意间瞥见离岸边不远的海面上停着一艘小帆船。帆已经收起，船身随着巴厘海蔚蓝的海水轻轻起伏。船头迎着风浪。索具上飘着两面小旗，一面是加拿大的枫叶旗，另一面是印度尼西亚国旗。

我不禁想：好奇怪
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Tuesday, June 2, 2026 4:17 PM 1 The morning after I arrived in Amed, the fishing town that sits on the shores of the Bali Sea northeast of Ubud, I went snorkeling on a rented jukung. When I returned to my hotel room slightly after noon, I stepped onto the balcony and spotted a small sailboat,ContinueContinue reading “The Lone Ketch”

她将水碗举到眼前。随后把手指浸入水中。一次。两次。三次。她将水轻轻洒向神龛。紧接着，是一连串缓慢而优雅的动作。她伸开手指，在神龛前的空气中轻轻划过。那动作仿佛是在拂去什么东西。仿佛神龛前的虚空里悬浮着一层看不见的烟雾，而她正试图将其轻轻拨开。接着，她又重复了一遍。只是这一次，最后那个动作停留得更久。动作越来越慢。越来越轻柔。最后一点一点消散在静止之中。
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1 I’ve been in Bali for several days now and plan to stay for a few more, if not longer. But with each passing day, I become more confused, more uncertain of what exactly it is that I have come here to see. The inn where I am staying is in Ubud. Every day whenContinueContinue reading “Looking for Bali”

photo de l’auteur 5 She grew up in a Catholic family, so faith was present in her upbringing, even if it wasn’t always in her heart. Was faith in her heart? Sometimes I thought it must have been, sometimes I was a bit dubious. Did I think she was serious about her faith? I can’tContinueContinue reading “pleine de grâce”

photo de l’auteur 11 The time will come when what is not mine will remain not mine, and what is mine will no longer be mine. She, who is in my hands at this moment, will no longer be mine. There will be no more me, no more people, and no more world. There willContinueContinue reading “As It Was, Is Now, and Ever Shall Be”

有段时间，我病得不轻。去看医生，医生把我转给另一个医生，那个医生又把我转给另一个，如此这般，最后那位医生叫 Sarah Waszkiewicz。Sarah 是个大高个子，说话时一口浑厚的女中音。因为她的名字不好念，诊所里的医护人员都叫她 Sarah W。我问她是不是波兰人——结果我猜对了。她点头说是的时候，我脑子里第一个跳出来的名字是瓦文萨，1990 到 1995 年间的波兰总统，也是诺贝尔和平奖得主……👆点击标题👆阅读全文

1 For quite a while, I was very sick. I went to see a doctor, who referred me to another doctor, who then referred me to another, and then yet another. I ended up seeing Sarah Waszkiewicz, a tall woman with a rich, alto voice. Since her name was hard to pronounce, everyone at theContinueContinue reading “Me Being a Patient One Day”