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Feb 24, 2012

On 24th

Why am I trembling? Why I’m feeling so cold? Isn't it March?
Yes Sir, it is. Perhaps you've caught cold.

Why I find it so hard to swallow? Why does it hurt so? Is the cook a raw recruit?
No Sir, he isn't. Perhaps you haven’t eaten for long.

Why don’t the flowers smell? Why do they look pale? Is the flower girl young?
No Sir, she is one of the oldest. Perhaps you're exhausted.

Why does it fear to walk alone? Who seems to cry in my ears? Is the road full of white ladies?
No Sir, there aren't any. Perhaps you have been tricked shortly.

Why it feels good to be humble? Why it’s ecstatic to forgive? Am I turning frenzy?
No Master, you're not! Perhaps you're in love.


Feb 22, 2012

On Her Departure


Why don’t you stop breathing? Why don’t you confine the soil from sipping the salty blood coming out of your eyes?
So that I can stop despising you! So that I can once again feel for you!

Why don’t you stop smiling? Why don’t you sleep forever in the deep with those who never grieve?
So that I can once again crave for you! So that I can stop caring you!

Why don’t you stop appearing in my dreams? Why don’t you burn in ashes and sink in the holy waters?
So that I can sleep once again! So that I can once again stand with no fears!

Why doesn’t the mighty chariot take you far away? Why don’t you hear the joyous songs for the last time?
So that I can once again crave to kiss you! So that I can love you!