Universe in hand
Reaching the mysterious territory
Quietly reveals surprise
The room crowded my shadow each evening
The room full of your figure with memory
The room white lilies breathing
Wednesday, 4th of April
Vivaldi from Venice comes
Bringing 44 violinists
To play music for Vili’s birthday
Fingers welcoming the veins on the nape of your neck, sweat along your back
Her waist, the hour glass slowly pours
Today - day and night for 32 hours
Her body is a Violin waiting...
Do not call the sun slowly rises
Afternoon of March 8th is gloomy, not sunny cold
Arc of my arm wrapped around your neck
Eyes blazing with wild storms
The wild flow finds the deep bottom gentle gathering
Out on the street
On every side parlor beauty from youth to old aunts, colorful
mannequin crowd city
Or were all mannequins on life’s stage of torn velvet
Revealing a blurry background of guilty junctions
The evocation of her purity
Turning off the busy violet vision
Lighting gradually each corpuscle by 37 degrees magnets
Milk cloud sucking the line
Renounce negligence
Wave beaking the flavor love
Alternating departure - arrival ...
Why do the gods not soon bring you here?
Yesterday it was our 32 years
The resin wells amber color
Rain repenting
drops
minus
signs
Floating in the air a baritone voice sings a romance in Italian
Star forest attaches sunflowers all over our bodies
Calling each others' names dissolving material blood
The Thuy Linh flower blooms midst the field of Quynh
No one will know this secret
The sole key to open his and her Universe
Held by the supernatural hand
Or has it all fitted into the body of April
Unconscicous
Carnation of all the world is flapping its wings to be butterflies!
Before my Birthday, 9.3.2012
V.T.L
1. A. Vivaldi (1678-1741), born in Venice, was a priest, and was named "the red monk playing violin." The creativity and purity in his works shook Europe the 18th century, with many classic concertos.
2. Baritone - mid range male voice
Open lots of windows
The glass wall of your room
Covered with white blind panels
The giant wingless window frames
We fly every blue
Da Nang, Mercure hotel
Wall towards the river - is the glass
14th floor, hugging her on floating clouds
Smooth warm skin lit prosperous spirit, full of eyes
Create movie scenes with symbols
Supernatural spirit realm
Winter sea awaiting my return
Peacefully listening to the wandering waves
Wave bathing a night of white milk
Waves making invisible marks on the sand
Waves spreading fingerprints
And injury in wild motion
About close couple are honestly existential
You open to door for the wind to come hissing in
The world in exposure
Day with the most 2s in the second decade of the 21st century
Shaking waves eager memories
Reflective silvery city
Each house should have lots of windows
A speech for you
Aquatic plants flow deep tears
Happy song and loving figure
Open all the blinds blinds
Old road flocking young chlorophyll
Beside You
April tree full of window panes
02th/22/2012
V.T.L
VNQD