Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

Under the Surface

“Breathing is not free
in the mess of life and living.” ,
the tangled roots cry.
Nobody can tell from the tree top vantage point.
Birds are happily nesting and feeding the young.

Birdsong and cicada buzz are fanning the summer frenzy.

Lemon, lime, watermelon and cherry ice drinks,
metal fishing rods, surfboards and snorkelling gears,
salt hair, bikini and shorts, beach volleyball,
gulls spying on the fish and chips,
beer bottles weighing down stripy cabanas,
no one, not one living thing
hears the tangled roots’ cry.

Learning

We say
we will get married
if we get to 40
and still single

For now
we just
fuck passionately
in between our
each semi-committed relationship

Deep down
I realise that
we don’t want to
lose each other
by giving our hearts
to someone else

There is wisdom
in knowing that
we can’t lose
what we don’t have
like our parents’ marriages

Perspective

I can’t make myself
write about fear
or worry
by your hospital bed

Every breath we take
is a gift
a gift that is second by second

You are breathing
and fighting to stay alive
And isn’t that something
to celebrate
even just for this second

The Old World

Entitlement

A recent collaboration with Benjamin Grossman.

回顾

倒着走喝啤酒的日子已过去了
但你纯真的傻笑仍旧缠绕耳边
把我带回对爱无惧的初恋年华
时光的隧道真是有那样的魔力
苍发的皱脸禁不住激爱的红晕
隔山海的我们还在为过去喝彩

The days of walking backwards and drinking beer are gone. But your innocent, silly laughter still lingers in my ears, taking me back to my fearless first love. The tunnel of time truly holds such a magical power. My wrinkled face, gray-haired, can’t help but blush with love. Across mountains and seas, we still celebrate the past.

自悟

我想
我就是
那种人
啃着丝巾
象无味的零食
又不过瘾
又放不下
在地铁上
想象着别人的生活
去逃避自己的现实

名不副实

中国广州宝墨圆

我以为你们很自由

没想到

我想象中的自由

也付出

拥拥鱼海的竞争

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