life
blows us round and round- Le Tourbillon De La Vie, the
whirlwind of "Jules et Jim" left me on the corner of the cliff
when I woke up in a lonely bed.
Days are like birds, bathed in the morning light, tweeting
and washing my island without stopping.
I yelled loudly, and the fallen candle burned on the window Leno.
It was a dream in a dream—no one listened to me to explain.
Two black horses were saddled at the door of dawn and wagged their tails slightly. These are the
foals I have been feeding since I was a child. The
dew gleams on their warm hair.
And the army lined up, and
they didn't find you and me in the reeds just after they passed by .
This is a dream in a dream. Someone on the mountain sang a li song.
The whirlwind of life, the laurel-like beauty,
I once sang praises when I was young, and I was as proud as
Jeanne Moreau. Today I played
those cruel chords again and again , and it was as sweet as
Jeanne Moreau. This is a dream in a dream—
time allows us to be drunk in its rapids.
2008.10.10.
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