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    Ephemeral
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    It was an ephemeral moment
    As stars swam gently above the still dark ocean
    The night kisses the water in everlasting ripples
    In mellifluous voices of whisper & echoes

    It was an ephemeral moment
    As the beautiful aurora ruled over time
    She wore silks of scarlet, red & blue linen
    That painted across the mountains & skies

    It was an ephemeral moment
    Where shadows dance around the crackled bonfire
    As natives tell of legends untold
    Within the midnight of dark and cold

    It still is an ephemeral moment
    If you believe them to be
    The world is made just of defining moments
    Scraps and shattered reflections of you and me

    Chloé Megan
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    Hỉ/Nộ/Ái/Ố là món quà special của thượng đế tặng riêng cho humanity.
    Thiếu chúng thì thế nào cũng bị xì xèo là loại humanless/weird/mental/abnormal/no heart.
    Vui thì ha há. Giận thì gầm gừ. Ái thì cho. Ố thì không thèm nói chuyện với cái mặt nhìn phát ghét. Thế.
    But sometimes, chúng bị mix up - cái lũ cảm giác vô chừng/vô lượng ấy...
    Và không biết cần phải "dzịch-dzật" ra sao để có thể mô tả cái vũng mix lầy lội đó cho chính xác.

    You make me laugh/you make me cry...
    I love you then I hate you then I love you then I hate you...

    Hmm, then I go straight to You-rehab.




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    Abel and Apolline live in two seperate worlds: Abel in the winter and Apolline in the summer. They meet each other for the first time when Abel crosses the border.

    And their First Fall through seasons is an eternal cycle which has no end...*


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    *For You & November

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    Adam, Eva & the red snake


    Họ kể chuyện cổ tích cho nhau nghe - qua người đàn bà.
    Mỗi ngày, người đàn bà lặng lẽ tha những câu chuyện thần tiên hoang đường từ con rắn đỏ về kể lại với chàng Adam.
    Chàng Adam đang muốn đi tìm nàng Eva để đòi cái xương sườn thất lạc - gật gù nghe và nhất định tin con rắn đỏ là hóa thân của một Eva đang đào tẩu.
    Chuyện đi chuyện về được dăm ba cái tròn trăng thì người đàn bà lăn ra khóc - khăng khăng đòi xuống tóc vô chùa.
    Chàng Adam hoang mang nhắc lại lời giao kết.
    Người đàn bà lắc đầu quầy quậy:"That is it. No more."

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    Họ đang trên bậc thềm ly dị.
    Con rắn đỏ không phải là nàng Eva hóa kiếp.
    Nó chỉ muốn mời người đàn bà tội nghiệp thử nếm lại cái vị chát chát mà ngọt ngào của trái táo đỏ.
    Thuở đôi tình nhân vườn địa đàng xưa còn nằm chung võng lá đong đưa...
    Người đàn bà đã từng là một Eva.
    Khi bắt đầu cái chu kỳ sinh con đẻ cái để làm đầy trái đất - người đàn bà lơ đãng bỏ mặc chàng Adam bơ vơ lăn lóc giữa mảnh vườn Eden hoang tàn đổ nát.
    Và chàng Adam mồ côi đã nghĩ là nàng Eva của chàng đã bỏ trốn.

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    Con rắn đỏ hiện vẫn là con rắn đỏ.
    Nó đang tự ăn những trái táo cũng đỏ - một mình.
    Thỉnh thoảng, Adam và Eva vẫn ghé ngang gốc cây táo - nhìn - cười - vẫy tay - rồi quay đi...

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    *
    For Adam & Eva of First Eden


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    Unrequited Love
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    She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
    He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
    He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
    She had desperately wanted his promises.
    She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
    Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
    He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
    If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
    If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
    He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
    If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
    He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
    She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
    She thought her love would change him.
    He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
    He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
    He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
    Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
    His dark heart concealed.
    She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
    Wide open, exposed to deception.
    It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
    It was blinding the way she wanted him.
    She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
    She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
    He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
    Intimacy would lead to his undoing - in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
    When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
    Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
    She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
    He stirred her core.
    The place she dared not enter.
    The place she could not stir for herself.
    But something wasn’t right.
    His eyes were cold and dark.
    His energy, unaffected.
    He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
    Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
    And her heart stopped.

    G.G. Renee Hill
    *The Beautiful Disruption

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    Hình
    & Bóng


    1.
    Họ là hình với bóng.
    Đôi khi, họ chuyển chỗ cho nhau - người này làm hình, người kia làm chiếc bóng.
    Những ngày nắng thì như thế.
    Nhưng khi những ngày mưa đến, chẳng ai trong họ muốn làm chiếc bóng chập chờn lung linh.
    Giọt mưa nghiêng rơi xuống bậc thềm rêu, ngơ ngẩn:
    - Ơ..bóng của tôi đâu?
    Họ nhìn nhau - lặng thinh.
    Có lẽ phải chờ đến lúc mặt trời lên, họ mới có thể tìm được câu trả lời.
    Ah, hình như đang có một bình minh rùng mình nở rộ trên ngọn cây phong lá đỏ...
    Giọt mưa nghiêng e ấp co mình khô.
    Câu trả lời của họ - (nếu có) - rơi vào thinh không.

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    Anh không là hình. Em không là bóng.
    Không như mặt trăng & mặt trời, chúng ta đã không thể phản chiếu cho nhau.
    Có phải vì chúng ta đã chọn lầm thế kỷ...
    Để tìm nhau?

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