Sunday, August 24, 2008

There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all the their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don
Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don

"Stop complaining", said the farmer
Who told you a calf to be
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like the swallow so proud and free

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all the their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don
Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
Never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
Like the swallow has learned to fly

How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all the their might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summer's night

Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don
Donna Donna Donna Donna
Donna Donna Donna Don

My last sunset.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Don't Quit Poem




When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about,
When he might have won had he stuck it out;
Don't give up though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than,
It seems to a faint and faltering man,
Often the struggler has given up,
When he might have captured the victor's cup,
And he learned too late when the night slipped down,
How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far,
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.

- Author unknown

My last sunset.

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My last sunset.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

She held them in her
hands
slowly
like diamonds and snowdrops
silver grains of white
light.

A tear
in her golden misted eyes
petal aflame with
pale ice
Silver grains of white
light.

Pulse
amid the crimson
heart(s?)
And a kiss
with lips painted with
silver grains of white


light.





Light for love.
Light for life.
Light for (L)You and (L)Me

My last sunset.

Friday, April 4, 2008

Dear you,

Don't ever change.

Love,
Me

My last sunset.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Will continue loving you for a long time.





Macau last year


(love!)

My last sunset.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Shit.


You had no idea how happy I was to get your message.




It's different from the feelings I had for you before. My heart didn't race.

But I was really happy.


I've been feeling really down nowadays. Then all of a sudden you messaged me and made me feel warm all over again.

I guess I really really really really like you.

Even if you didn't realize it.





I want to remain like this. Not forever. But at least for now.

My last sunset.