2004-06-11 22:11:51青色猶豫

Green

The flashlight projects through my eyes that
blurs my imagines.

The noise penetrates between my eyebrows that
messes my waves.

I am not panicked, not as you thought.
I am not masked, not as you thought.
I am not pathetic, not as you thought.

As gently smooth in the touch of breeze,
among the green
swim in any direction

Closer to your appearance gradually,
as strongly stand next to the green.
Thinking the coverage is protective,
as if You only see the sadness in me.




Certainly, have you not seen the consequence of the tree
after a storm?
The process of healing takes years.

Yet,

The soft green, as weak as you thought,
takes days
to enjoy in the breeze again.










藝術作品: 達利 (Salvador Dali)