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Do you know me?Are you sure you know me?
I dun even know myself...
土曜日, 6月 10, 2006
This is by Pablo Neruda, posted by my dear zhaoqi on the faff blog...haha...Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Write for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I love her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms,
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that’s certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Quite nice rite...anyway, i realise everytime when i need to 吃斋 hor, there is no such food around for me to eat lar...so difficult to 吃斋 man..it's not i dun want to eat lor..it's there are lots of times when there is nothing...even vegetarian food lar...i wonder how do vegetarians survive the lack of vegetarian food in singapore....
While working, i saw this SUPER SUPER CUTE HAMTARO...then immediately i tot of HER. Dunno why, just this tot, so i told BB i feel like getting one for her, but i dunno if i should, cause to me, it becomes very meaningless. Then he said "giving something to a friend does not need a purpose wat"
I said "Ya, it's not a purpose, it's a meaning..at least in the past it was a stupid wish to make her happy at all cost...now it's like redundant...i feel that it's not worth it lor..."
"Anyway her boyfriend got her a real hamster on her birthday le...which i dunno why...and i never knew she love hamster...i buy hamtaro for wat..."
"Huh...real hamster? Dies damn fast le...wa lao...when it dies she will be super sad lar..."
"He should have seen it when he gave the hamster lar..."
Blah blah blah...
In the end i didnt buy that hamtaro.
Missing someone is like having a blunt blade, stab once and again into ur heart, and only a lover's hug and kiss can those wounds be healed.