Canalblog
Suivre ce blog Administration + Créer mon blog
Publicité
L'envol de la grue mâle
L'envol de la grue mâle
Publicité
Archives
4 août 2005

It all looks lost

It all looks lost
So totally lost that it holds some beauty, like a stone garden, like a lotus flower, like an empty seascape. However, I am not feeling strong enough to feel comfortable in this beauty. I will have to deal with this. It is almost amusing : I think there...
Publicité
Publicité
27 juillet 2005

Does it start with a mooncake? No.

Does it start with a mooncake? No.
This morning, in my e-mail, I got two spam messages from "your" restaurant, so far away from where I live. It was one of those details that let you guess that something is going on, but you don't precisely know what.Both were the same message, advertising...
28 juillet 2005

A few words of French?

A few words of French?
Not trying to find out whether some elements or your message were written from your own will or dictated by some authority, I will focus on one detail: you say have heard that Paris is a very romantic city, and that you would like to visit it if you had...
1 décembre 2005

A story 2

A story 2
I do not know where you are taking me. It's raining.I am beginning to know my way from the huge neon signs on the buildings. But they are not helping me much yet.We are caught in traffic once again. I like that. In spite of the pollution, noise, stress,...
27 décembre 2005

Bangkok, December 28, around 8 PM.

Bangkok, December 28, around 8 PM.
While I'm getting ready for perhaps imaginary, certainly inner difficulties, a call from you pierces my heart as I am sitting on the terrace at Ton Pho restaurant, Banglamphu. I am not alone and the shock is so sudden that I close my eyes for a few seconds....
Publicité
Publicité
30 novembre 2005

A story 1

A story 1
You drove me through the province for hours. We exchanged as many words as we could and wished to, that is to say — very few. The Springtime weather was mild, a little rainy at times. Around mid-afternoon, we stopped at a small mountain village. You seemed...
23 novembre 2005

Letter 1

Letter 1
Dear, I will begin to tell the story. I came to Shanghai for the first time in November 2004. This was the place where I learned to wear red. A light blood red, warm and cheerful, with the soft sheen of Thai silk around my neck. Today I cut my hair. Yes,...
11 janvier 2006

The opera stage, the rain, and the yixing teapot

The opera stage, the rain, and the yixing teapot
I cannot write all the time.I cannot write about it.I cannot write about it at any given time.I cannot write about it unless the sensation is right. I have to get the permission. I can also try to recollect.Do you remember that opera stage, my dear ?I...
11 janvier 2006

The rain

The rain
May 17, Pudong. Our flight from Singapore was late. Owing to a large number of aircrafts landing at the same time, we spent a painful hour waiting in line at the passport control. When we finally reached the arrival hall, it was so full, noisy and crowded...
26 janvier 2006

I see white flowers

I see white flowers
Sometimes I smell gardenia, so I look inside my head, and I see white flowers. I know you have brought them to me.You make me see white flowers. You absolutely mean to do that. Your mind travels through space and shows me white flowers.You seem to like...
13 septembre 2006

From you

From you
The news came in last night, and the least I can say is that I was no longer expecting them.Maybe I shouldn't be proud of myself. What would the Lady of Mercy say to that? She would point out that I haven't kept my heart strong enough. And then, perhaps,...
20 octobre 2006

The eye above

The eye above
There is a veil of gold above me, an eye watching me through a cloud. I am not aware of how many spirits converse in heaven for my sake, but I know full well that you are one of them. Of course you cannot really converse with them. You are the angel in...
Publicité
Publicité
Publicité