dreams -

3 times ; i lost touch of reality and got in touch with you.

We were naked in the rain, pounding, waiting.
We were running, looking, trying to escape.
I was trying to capture the happiness;
That vanished the next morning.

Almost drowning in a yellow cab,
the world spins and stops so exact -
that i saw you again. And I ran, ran, ran -
I was almost close to you, even in your arms ,
I was almost close to you. Trying to get a hold of your warmth;
That vanished the next morning.

It was something like lost in a haze.
Then there was your hair, your face, your bone structure.
We talked on the bus, at the breakfast table, during lunch -
I kissed your hips, and ran these fingers down your spine.
I saved an image of your hip, to bring out on a cold day.
But I couldn't measure half an inch on your body could i?
give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world, show me our lord jesus in agony and I found my timing wrong again.
You stepped off the bus and headed in.
Then why did i let you do that-
without having told you i love you, without having made love to you.
And so I ran, ran, ran again.
They told me I couldn't, they told me you couldn't.
So there I was lost in the traffic,
embraced by the blinding lights, and the rain like cherry brandy.
I heard I creek of light from a strange yellow car -
and woke up.
You were gone.

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Nếu như ai cũng đi tìm tình yêu thực tế, thì sự lãng mạn có tồn tại không? các người nghĩ sao về những lý do của mình. tôi đã nói quá nhiều điều thừa. và chị cũng vậy đấy.

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Đi đi rồi về. Mày vừa cho tao cảm hứng sáng tác đấy. =]

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“Item I gyve unto my wife my second best bed….”
(from Shakespeare’s will)
The bed we loved in was a spinning world

Of forests, castles, torchlight, cliff-tops, seas

Where he would dive for pearls. My lover’s words

Were shooting stars which fell to earth as kisses

On these lips; my body now a softer rhyme

to his, now echo, assonance; his touch

a verb dancing in the centre of a noun.

Some nights I dreamed he’d written me, the bed

A page beneath his writer’s hands. Romance

And drama played by touch, by scent, by taste.

In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on,

Dribbling their prose. My living laughing love –

I hold him in the casket of my widow’s head

As he held me upon that next best bed.

Carol Anne Duffy from The World’s Wife 1999

thingies.

what if all the evidence of you were gone from this world -
i'd be embracing nonexistence all my life.

it's so unfair.
everybody comes to cambridge and goes.
everybody gets to see you during christmas and all.
even the ones that don't care.
i don't ever get to see you at all.

An ocean apart.

Now we are together, sitting outside in the sunshine
But soon we'll be apart and soon it'll be night at noon
Now things are fine, the clouds are far away up in the sky
But soon I'll be on a plane and soon you'll feel the cold rain

You promised to stay in touch when we're apart
You promised before i left that you'll always love me.
Time goes by, people cry, everything goes too fast.
Now we have each other enjoying each moment with one another
But soon I'll be miles away and soon the phone will be our only way

You promised we'll never brake up over the telephone
You said our love was stronger than an ocean apart
Time goes by and people lie, everything goes too fast.

Let's not fool ourselves in vain, this far away trip will give us pain
We'll have to be so strong to keep our love from going wrong
Distance will make us cold, even put our love on hold
But soon we'll meet again and soon it'll be bright at noon again

You promised not to loose faith in our love when i'm away
You promised so much to me but now you've left me
We go by and then we lie all this time we wasted
Time goes by, people lie everything goes too fast.

Time went by, and then we died, everything went too fast.
Julie Delpy