I asked him for help, his wife had been mad, he nodded, with eyes fixed on a shelf full of philosophical books, and that was it. I begged for his support, his wife had been bad, he frowned, the eloquent tongue of a diplomat fell in dead silence, and that was it. I cried for… Continue reading The First Man of My Life
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Wild Dreams
1 Before me awaits a heap of shapeless days, unseparated atoms capable of endless possibilities, I must seek the best of goodness and live with it. Behind me a distance bridge of leftover days, Separated peaches ripen prematurely without rains, I once traveled in wild dreams and lived with it. When the world turned completely… Continue reading Wild Dreams
The Greatest Love of My Life
Along with our madness and wild flowers, there comes the strangest kind of silence, spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings, calling for more.... I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer, so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-binding note. I'd love to be the… Continue reading The Greatest Love of My Life
I Saw A Dead Child
1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers' voice heavenly approaching, only to cry out,' Hey, who first? no time now!' 2. The family… Continue reading I Saw A Dead Child
Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began..... In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees… Continue reading Motherland, A Sorrow Home
Youth, Still?
Between wheat-field and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between tundra and savannah, Where’s my lost youth? Tell it me, Good Madams! And now within itself the truth’s imprisoned As if it had never opened out: unknown Those blessed moments, when it shone As bright as the angelic galaxy lovingly shown And remorse, reproach, and irritation, frown… Continue reading Youth, Still?
To The Five Year Old
Five year old I know you are good at laughing, monkeying around, better than anyone else You are made happy even with the shallow offer of a funny joke Yes, you are that easy to be satisfied . Five year old I know you are made of a sentimental heart, full of lively impulses You… Continue reading To The Five Year Old
The Trophy Child
There was a time I dreamed of walking under the rain, With sweet tenderness by my side; There was a time I dreamed of running through the mountain, With wild strikes catching up behind; I dreamed of a dream, That my smile makes me enough; I dreamed of a dream, That my tears make me… Continue reading The Trophy Child
Let Me Sing You A Lullaby
Lay down your head and I will sing you a lullaby, Back to the years of blissful innocence. I will sing you to sleep and I will sing you tomorrow, Bless you with love for the road you go. . May you sail fare to the far field of fortune, With diamonds and pearls at… Continue reading Let Me Sing You A Lullaby
The Modern Etiquette 