On Mirror Lake outspread for miles and miles,
The lotus lilies in full blossom teem.
In fifth moon Xi Shi gathers them with smiles,
Watchers o’erwhelm the bank of Yuoye Stream.
Her boat turns back without waiting moonrise
To yoyal house amid amorous sighs.

(by Li Po)



I am walking barefoot on an endless white beach. Suddenly the water keeps rising and covers every piece of land. Now I am walking in the water. I can feel the sand with my feet but I cannot see it. I have to find my way out of the water. I have to swim. Which way did I come here? I have to remember.

I am walking barefoot in my sun filled apartment. Suddenly the walls of the rooms are disappearing. Now I am walking from room to room. I can feel the doors that I close behind me but I cannot see them. I have to close all the doors. I can start over. Which way did I come here? I have to remember.

I am walking barefoot in your charming eyes. Suddenly I am hearing a crying woman. Now I am walking among crying women. I can feel their feelings but I cannot see them. I have to find my way out of your eyes. I have to run. Which way did I come here? I have to remember.



Unconscious words

on your lips

Unfinished dreams wrapped

around your eyes

Unspoken tenderness confined

in your veins.

Sorrows relieved by dignity.



Her eyes


In a drained sea

 Her words 


 In an abandoned garden

 Her smile

 A candle light

 In a winter sky

 And her desire


 Among scars




The water kept rising until everything was covered by it. He looked around and could not see land anywhere. He stared at the sky. It must have been late afternoon, but the sun was still so bright that the surface of the water looked yellow.

He started swimming slowly in the yellow sea, dreaming about his rescue. No land anywhere…

When he suddenly felt something solid on his feet, he thought he could step on it to rest. To his disappointment it was a fish passing by. He could not tell how big it was, because it moved away very fast.

It became dark. He was tired and cold. He tried to stay awake for awhile by looking at the moon. He has not seen such beautiful moon in his life. Right before he was about to close his eyes, myriads of flowers and green leaves started falling from the sky. It seemed as if someone was throwing them from the moon… In few minutes he was surrounded by colorful flowers. They  were glowing like little stars all around him, keeping him awake till dawn, till he drowned.

“Luc! You will be late to work.” Marcelle said, as she rushed into the bedroom to get her shoes. “Your coffee is ready. I will see you at lunch”.

Some nights Luc still stares at the sky waiting for those flowers to fall, and dreaming about Marcelle coming back.













Your face

A piece of hot iron

Is burning my mind

Your body

A column of salt

Is following me everywhere

And a feathered god


Is pointing at us






Oh bright moon, don’t lure my heart


 These two months

 Were two sounds

 That clashed

 My Love  and

 My Loneliness

 Oh bright moon, don’t tear apart my heart   


 Don’t you see  its already



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