31.7.10
30.7.10
Earliest
29.7.10
explode
28.7.10
Efficiency
Empty
26.7.10
Mad
25.7.10
Digital SKY
23.7.10
Out tomorrow
Photo
Break
20.7.10
As blue as, as golden as
Regular
Ordinary
18.7.10
temporary close
17.7.10
16.7.10
15.7.10
Sunshine
Blue sky after raining
How many
13.7.10
lost
12.7.10
The Blind Side
The night start here..
11.7.10
Waltz with Bashir
9.7.10
movies
8.7.10
帶我去遠方
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled
by e.e. cummings
somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands