I visited the Van Gogh Alive in the Sydney Entertainment Quarter today. It was a real treat and it reminded me of this song which is one of my favourites.
卵石和竹林
如果你是河底的卵石
我愿是你周围的竹林
守望着你洁白的平静
时光见证我们的永恒
卵石的个性
他总是那么沉默
如河底的卵石
秋天的浮叶
静静地飘过
惊讶他的洁白
季节的洗涤
翻滚着涟漪的心
他却无声无影地
栖息在大地的平静
Roses And A Bee
The roses are fragrant clouds
resting upon my keen attention
the bee flutters
drowning in nectar
losing its mind
Such frantic love
moves me to regret
Overwhelming beauty
deserves deep dives
liberating from
any hope of tomorrow
or freedom of life
* Photo by Cassa Bassa
Co-existence
The pain of breaking in new shoes
before they fit like gloves
The exhilarating new love we feel
Make love till it hurts
Rain and blue sky
both beautiful
Pain and pleasure
blurry is the line
Between Them
He still sends her presents
helps her to pay bills
cares about her from a distance
She keeps those gifts
pays her bills with his money
thinks about him sometimes
Giving is a blessing
Receiving validates his existence
A Man

return after a long day
your voice is hoarse
your stubble gives
sandpaper kisses
your coarse fingertips
run along my back
electricity
coursing through my body
this is home
you built with strong hands
and masculine quality
Beautiful After Sunset
He wants to be seen by only few. The mass makes him anxious. I did’t believe him because he made his wealth from his look, not his talent. His shyness, to me, is a gift. An unassuming man is so attractive.
We always meet after sunset when people barely make out who they see. It suits us to tug away somewhere fading into the evening lights. He is so beautiful and soft. I always want to pinch his cheeks to make them blush for me, and I almost tell him that he is my triple crush, all in the span of sharing a burger and fries.
“What are you thinking?” he asks. I am caught off guard, I choke on some pickles, coughing and laughing. Finally when I regain my breath. I look into his eyes and say, “you are beautiful after sunset.” He fixes his gaze on me and holds my hands, slowly and softly, he murmurs, “I only bloom at night.” Oh mine, I have just discovered his poetic talent. “And you are more than a pretty face.” I chuckle.
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#songshare – Cico Buff
Today love finds off little
You see your singing is so vague
His joined her love so little
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
My love has done right
Love me so, love little
So you see now the sun is out
Love will accieve no ends
I can’t be fickle, oh that I find
So many stars take care of me
Take care of those they love
Our love has done right
They know where they like it
All of love flow ’round of me
Strain and love me
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
Don’t care if you’re fickle, oh that I find
They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
I love for mine
(We fall down)
Strain and love me
(These stars that love)
So many stars take care of me
(We flow and we flow)
All of love flow ’round me
(Our love comes down)
Our love comes down
(These stars I love)
They know whether I come
(We flow and we fall)
Full of love fall down
(Our love comes down)
Strain and love me
