那些住在山上、睡得靠星星如此近的人，他们忘记了我们这些住在地面上的人。他们根本不朝下看，除非为了体会住在山上的心满意足。上星期的垃圾，对老鼠的恐惧，这些与他们无关。夜晚来临，没什么惊扰他们的梦，除了风。有一天我要拥有自己的房子，可我不会忘记我是谁我从哪里来。路过的流浪者会问，我可以进来吗？我会把他们领上阁楼，请他们住下来，因为我知道没有房子的滋味。有些日子里，晚饭后，我和朋友们坐在火旁。楼上的地板吱呀吱呀响。阁楼上有咕咕哝哝的声音。是老鼠吗？他们会问。是流浪者。我会回答说。我很开心。BumsintheAtticIwantahouseonahillliketheoneswiththegardenswherePapaworks.WegoonSundays,Papasdayoff.Iusedtogo.Idontanymore.Youdontliketogooutwithus,Papasays.Gettingtooold?Gettingtoostuck-up,saysNenny.IdonttellthemIamashamed——allofusstaringoutthewindowlikethehungry.Iamtiredoflookingatwhatwecanthave.WhenwewinthelotteryMamabegins,andthenIstoplistening.Peoplewholiveonhillssleepsoclosetothestarstheyforgetthoseofuswholivetoomuchonearth.Theydontlookdownatallexcepttobecontenttoliveonhills.Theyhavenothingtodowithlastweeksgarbageorfearofrats.Nightcomes.Nothingwakesthembutthewind.OnedayIllownmyownhouse,butIwontforgetwhoIamorwhereIcamefrom.Passingbumswillask,CanIcomein?Illofferthemtheattic,askthemtostay,becauseIknowhowitistobewithoutahouse.Somedaysafterdinner,guestsandIwillsitinfrontofafire.Floorboardswillsqueakupstairs.Theatticgrumble.Rats?theyllask.Bums,Illsay,andIllbehappy.芒果有时说再见/img/t/pix_0200793204230.bmp/img/t/pix_0200793204230.bmp我喜欢讲故事。我在心里讲述。在邮递员说过这是你的邮件之后。这是你的邮件。他说。然后我开始讲述。我编了一个故事，为我的生活，为我棕色鞋子走过的每一步。我说，“她步履沉重地登上木楼梯，她悲哀的棕色鞋子带着她走进了她从来不喜欢的房子。”我喜欢讲故事。我将向你们讲述一个不想归属的女孩的故事。我们先前不住芒果街。先前我们住鲁米斯的三楼，再先前我们住吉勒。吉勒前面是波琳娜。可我记得最清楚的是芒果街，悲哀的红色小屋。我住在那里却不属于那里的房子。我把它写在纸上，然后心里的幽灵就不那么疼了。我把它写下来，芒果有时说再见。她不再用双臂抱住我。她放开了我。有一天我会把一袋袋的书和纸打进包里。有一天我会对芒果说再见。我强大得她没法永远留住我。有一天我会离开。朋友和邻居们会说，埃斯佩朗莎怎么了？她带着这么多书和纸去哪里？为什么她要走得那么远？他们不会知道，我离开是为了回来。为了那些我留在身后的人。为了那些无法出去的人。【全文完】MangoSaysGoodbyeSometimesIliketotellstories.Itelltheminsidemyhead.Itellthemafterthemailmansays,Heresyourmail.Heresyourmailhesaid.Imakeastoryformylife,foreachstepmybrownshoetakes.Isay,"Andsoshetrudgedupthewoodenstairs,hersadbrownshoestakinghertothehousesheneverliked."Iliketotellstories.Iamgoingtotellyouastoryaboutagirlwhodidntwanttobelong.WedidntalwaysliveonMangoStreet.BeforethatwelivedonLoomisonthethirdfloor,andbeforethatwelivedonKeeler.BeforeKeeleritwasPaulina,butwhatIremembermostisMangoStreet,sadredhouse,thehouseIbelongbutdonotbelongto.Iputitdownonpaperandthentheghostdoesnotachesomuch.IwriteitdownandMangosaysgoodbyesometimes.Shedoesnotholdmewithbotharms.Shesetsmefree.OnedayIwillpackmybagsofbooksandpaper.OnedayIwillsaygoodbyetoMango.Iamtoostrongforhertokeepmehereforever.OnedayIwillgoaway.Friendsandneighborswillsay,WhathappenedtothatEsperanza?Wheredidshegowithallthosebooksandpaper?Whydidshemarchsofaraway?TheywillnotknowIhavegoneawaytocomeback.FortheonesIleftbehind.Fortheoneswhocannotout.
