Sunday, 11 July 2010

A short poem for long depression.



Buổi sáng ai đi buồn sương nuối tiếc
hoa vãn màu và son khoá môi
Lĩu tĩu mơ đi buồn rơi nước mắt
chẳng lẽ tôi về ngủ với chiêm bao?


hoài thu.

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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.