Monday, September 26, 2011

The Bridge


Between now and now,
between I am and you are,
the word bridge.

Entering it
you enter yourself:
the world connects
adn closes like a ring.

From one
bank to another,
there is always
a body stretched:
a rainbow.
I'll sleep beneath its arches.

Octavio Paz

Thursday, September 15, 2011

IN THE EVENING

Walking on different color of rainbow
Get the different feelings
Get the different beats
Every time I step on it
Every color has another
story
Never enough, I still wish
Until the sky
crying
And make the star falling
In the cold evening
Near on the darkness
I still watching
Uncertainty and impossible desire
Wishes for great happiness and eternity
It cannot all came true
Because it’s hard to understand
Life
mystery, supremacy of the infinite
Glory of God
We cannot change destiny,
Just make it better

The color of the rainbow
Slow but surely disappearing with wind
I still watching

Still with my silence

Fee Cheen

Tip

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Sylvia Plath

"I want to write because I have
the urge to excel in one medium of
 translation and expression of life.
I can't be satisfied with
the colossal job of merely living.
Oh, no, I must order life
in sonnets and sestinas
and provide a verbal reflector
 for my 60-watt lighted head."

Friday, September 2, 2011

PICASSO



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"Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth."


P.P.