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2月22日 20/30 Dictionary—20 BJ/30 HomeCounting down, 两个星期前就开始了的倒计时，终于在最后一天改过了名称 Givian @ Home。
回家，过年的主题，两年远离了的场景，找回的陌生感。雨滴穿透升高的云层，闻到了湿润的空气. 从一个城市到另一个城市再到另一个城市，雨没有停……
穿梭在记忆中的景致里，拼凑、连接，气味带来的真实。
儿时玩伴，陈年趣事代出的逝世流年，她在叙说，我在听。还有几回，还有怎样的故事，还会谁来说….. 只希望千华过尽，两颗促膝的心，能平静如初。
聚了，散落天涯的花瓣门。我们手钩着手，肩并着肩，带来了自己的故事，别人的信息。 我们八卦着，间隙中隐约看到记忆中出现过的景象，那些曾经的20/30们也是这样吗？
花儿开，花儿飞…那些飞了的，和这些回了的，都在一方开着各自的香。
Feeling 30 home, wanna quit that scene... 2月13日 NymphOnce, man and those in the water were linked.
They inspired us.
They spoke of the future.
Man listened and it became real.
But man does not listen very well.
Man's need to own everything led him deeper into land.
The magic world of the ones that live in the ocean and the world of men separated.
Through the centuries, their world, and all the inhabitants of it stopped trying.
The world of man became more violent.
War upon war played out, as there wre no guides to listen to.
Now those in the water are tying again...
trying to reach us
A handful of their precious young ones have been sent into the world of man.
They were brought in the dead of night to where man lives.
They need only be glimpsed and the awakening of man will happen.
But their enemies roam the land.
There are lawns that are meant to keep the young ones safe,
but they are sent at great risk to their lives.
Many do not return.
Yet still they try...try to help man.
But man may have forgotten how to listen.
It can just only be a fairy-tale...
Preface of Lady in the water
2月4日 Heavy DateSharp and silent in the clear october lighting of a sunday morning
The great city lies;
And I at window looking over water at the world of business with a lover's eyes.
All mankind, I fancy, When anticipating anything exciting
like a rendez-vous, occupy the time in purely random thinking,
for when love is waiting
logic will not do
Love requires an object,
but this varies so much,
almost, I imagine,
Anyting will do:
When I was a child, I loved a pumping engine,
thought it every bit as beautiful as you.
Love has no position,
Love's a way of living,
one kind of relation, possible between anythings or persons.
given one condition, the one sine qua non being mutual need.
I believed for years that love was the conjunction of two oppositions;
That was all untrue;
Every young man fears that his not worth loving:
Bless you, darling, I have found myself in you.
I should love to go on
telling how I love you,
Thanking you for happy changes im my life,
But it would be silly seeing that you know it and that any moment now you may arrive.
When two lovers meet, then
There's an end of writing
Thought and analytics:
Lovers, like the dead,
In their love are equal;
Sophomores and peasants,
poets and their critics
are the same in bed. 2月1日 What's in your mind, my Dove, my ConeyWhat 's in your mind, my dove, my coney;
Do thoughts grow like feathers, the dead end of life,
Is it making of love or counting of money,
Or raid on the jewels, the plans of a thief?
Open your eyes, my dearest dallier,
Let hunt with your hands for escaping me;
go through the motions of exploring the familiar;
Stand on the brink of the warm white day.
Rise with the wind, my great big sepent;
Slience the birds and darken the air;
Change me with terror, alive in a moment;
Strike for the heart and have me there.
By W.H. Auden |
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