my friends always tell me my poetry is beautiful.
but for me,it is just an e-mail. serious,sober realistic mail,ha.
i thought i had to learn foreign language more several months ago.
now,i think i want to enjoy my broken english till "heat death",the moment
i v held my message and my english tightly.
like fake oneness.
i want to enjoy to be broken or break.
because through this slit,some amazing thing come in.
of el greco
comme la lumière
btw i couldn't remember how we met in the previous time.
because i'm such a spritual person,if i could feel destiny,i always make retrospective and search my upstream of memory even before my carnal things.
i wonder we are scientist and laboratory animal?
because i am always happy and filled with not linguistic time.
you helped me.
like others blood.
and try to melt myself.
i wanted to bark like "Bow-wow"!
comme les Amants du Pont-Neuf.
but after all i can't know and i won't be able to know forever in this life.
why and how
sun knows about it?
because it is the king of our system.
my friend let me know everything goes dying by this heat.
between cold and hot.
between parallel and parallel.
hold a hand
in the harmony and confusion
closer / further
meet and meet again.
i can see a double bow-shaped world.
anyway i enjoy
being one of ton of cells of sun,