what can i hold u with?

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon. I offer you my ancestors, my dead men, the ghosts that living men have honoured in bronze: my father's father killed in the frontier of Buenos Aires, two bullets through his lungs, bearded and dead, wrapped by his soldiers in the hide of a cow; my mother's grandfather -- just twentyfour-- heading a charge of three hundred men in Peru, now ghosts on vanished horses. I offer you whatever insight my books may hold, whatever manliness or humour my life. I offer you the loyalty of a man who has never been loyal. I offer you that kernel of myself that I have saved, somehow --the central heart that deals not in words, traffics not with dreams, and is untouched by time, by joy, by adversities. I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born. I offer you explanations of yourself, theories about yourself, authentic and surprising news of yourself. I can give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart; I am trying to bribe you with uncertainty, with danger, with defeat. - Jorges Luis Borges (1934) 我给你贫穷的街道、绝望的日落、破败郊区的月亮。 我给你一个久久地望着孤月的人的悲哀。 :我给你我已死去的先辈，人们用大理石纪念他们的幽灵： 在布宜诺斯艾利斯边境阵亡的我父亲的父亲， 两颗子弹射穿了他的胸膛， 蓄着胡子的他死去了， 士兵们用牛皮裹起他的尸体； 我母亲的祖父—— 时年二十四岁—— 在秘鲁率领三百名士兵冲锋， 如今都成了消失的马背上的幽灵。 我给你我写的书中所能包含的一切悟力、 我生活中所能有的男子气概或幽默。 我给你一个无信仰主义者的忠诚 我给你我设法保全的我自己的核心—— 不营字造句， 不和梦想交易， 不被时间、欢乐和逆境触动的核心。 我给你，早在你出生前多年的一个傍晚看到的一朵黄玫瑰的记忆。 我给你你对自己的解释，关于你自己的理论，你自己的真实而惊人的消息。 我给你我的寂寞、我的黑暗、我心的饥渴； 我试图用困惑、危险、失败来打动你 —豪尔赫·路易斯·博尔赫斯（1934）