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Let the Moon witness us

The moon is reckless sometimes

whenever you undress it shines bright

and softly touch all the curves

smoothly dive in that darkest part of you… 130 more words

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Obsession of Indian Middle Class with Sexuality of Poor

The obsession of middle class with the sexuality of poor is very amusing. ‘Population control’ is one such idea propagated by the fancy middle-class activists and socialite academicians. 842 more words

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3 Advices

Now – before anyone gets a thought – no.. this is not a religious sermon or a preach, nor am I acting as an advisor.. This was a message that I received and could not but want to share, but also co-relate it to how we act. 1,033 more words

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Infinite Loops

Halo guys, akhirnya gua mulai nulis lagi setelah sekian lama ini blog gak keurus. hahaha.. :D

Jadi ceritanya ada satu lagu yang belakangan ini gua suka puter berulang-ulang dan gak bosen-bosen untuk gua denger, Yaitu lagu dari Scenarioart yang judulnya Sayonara Moontown. 596 more words

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PITA

I used to think it was urban myth that a texting Grandma believed ‘lol’ meant ‘lots of love’ and misused it constantly. But I received a FB message from a woman who wrote, “You’re inspiring. 454 more words

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夏天

雨季在昨天到来。一天的雨量超过了整个夏季。虽然早晨天又转晴,但雨城居民已嗅到熟悉的气息,那种弥漫的、绵延的、将陪伴我们八九个月的雨幕氤氲。黄昏与早晨永远湿润的草地。柔和模糊成印象派的窗景。无数种色调与形态层叠交错的云:雨时有间歇,云却印在了天空。

前几天友人说,夏日虽好,但各种各样的活动太过应接不暇,都让人有些盼望off season了。夏季是雨城人的赛季:背负着晴日苦短的宿命,仿佛要把所有愿望都塞到这三个月实现。到了尾声,难免有些精疲力竭;如暴晒数月的树叶,干燥脆弱,失了韧性,用力一碰就要折断。因此当淅淅沥沥的序曲奏响,除了为爱在室外玩耍的小狗叹息,带来的多是安宁。(与以往一样)这个夏天已经尽兴。

六月开始的时候去了意大利。傍晚住到托斯卡纳的乡下,丘陵起伏的田野似群岛林立的海洋,我们住在其中一座岛的边缘。隔着一片广阔的谷地,远处另一座岛屿是与石头一样古老的Montepulciano. 耸立山脊的尖顶中飘出教堂的暮钟与粉色的彩霞,很快主宰了整个天空,紫色的世界在钟声中旋转,许是因为晚风,许是杯中的橘子酒;石头城市沉寂下去,待化作群星升起。谷地农场上孤零零的白房子反射着最后一点金光,如正被落下的松脂包裹的铃虫,锁住了没唱完的歌。

回家时已是七月。烟花。绣球花。晚九点依然不息的暮光。每天一磅Rainier樱桃。山花烂漫的Rainier雪山。八月去了几次海边。带小狗去Long Beach看风筝节。脚下铺着柔软的白沙与长草,空中飞翔着张牙舞爪的神奇动物,胖海豹、卡通猫、宇航员、蓝色滑翔伞、彩色绸丝带…… 呼呼大风中小狗的耳朵也在翻飞。从比它高两个头的野雏菊丛中抱起它,空中飞过比它大几倍的橘色小丑鱼。午后海水与飞鱼一同闪闪发光,白色的鳐变成透明的帆,黑色乌贼舞着长尾,极其缓慢、不停变换,如墨汁在水中晕开的形态。如清醒梦中思维的轨迹。

读加缪笔下阿尔及利亚的春天,想起我们的夏天: “Au printemps, Tipasa est habitée par les dieux et les dieux parlent dans le soleil et l’odeur des absinthes, la mer cuirassée d’argent, le ciel bleu écru, les ruines couvertes de fleurs et la lumière à gros bouillons dans les amas de pierres. 74 more words

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