A little melancholy. A little meditation on red bamboo. Enough to explain myself this evening. Not enough to be different.
I’m following in your footsteps. Where you were just now, I want to be there. I’m trying on your color. So that the spirit of the hunter will unite us.
I’d like your forget-me-nots. In looks, the hugs, the words. Believe me, I’m not crying. But… I’d like another twenty-four hours. On the fragments that I will hide in my memory.
I blush at sunset. Together with the sun, I hide behind the horizon.
You can imagine yourself as a butterfly. To know the flapping of wings as the beating of the heart. Understand and accept the beauty within yourself.
I know my color-the light of the inner fire. And in the bud of my moods there is everything. Only you are missing.
I walk from the black stripe to the white one. And then I run back to you. How do I connect these two extremes? They’re both beautiful. To the point of ugliness.
I will remain a lemon, sharp in taste. Along with tea, I’m always happy to see you. This is my absolute plus.
I’m standing with the current. Where it’s hard to go unnoticed. I still don’t understand the circumstances of this coincidence. I’m almost on My Way. I’m almost Milky. That’s my story – endless.
Once a woman found a tiny chick. I brought him home and took care of him. Over time, the bird grew into a beautiful swan.
Not looking for intersections to turn into. I don’t like turns that you have to look around. I will be faithful to my principles.
What is growing in me? An incomprehensible feeling. Breaking through the darkness. And now I don’t want to go on a rampage. I only hide the silence in the blue.
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