Writing

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Short stories

A Lullaby of Life

It all feels good now. These wanderings, these touches, these ugly faces-these moments! Our kisses and souls are so young that it does not let each other think of tomorrow. Just madly mixed in each other's sweat. So irresistible is today that it makes all the fine lines between love, lust and infatuation intertwine with each other.

Short stories

INSOMNIA

It's getting serious! One night goes, another comes and I remain here with my eyes open at a time when they are supposed to be closed. But they aren’t! I hear snores of the world and feel so poor… so poor and so devoid… devoid of sleep. Well, people call it insomnia.

Poems

Four Poems, by Yuan Hongri

Open the eyes of your soul / and you will encounter your many souls / In timelessness, as if the sun and moon never set or rise / The world is only a book, phantom-like / The soul an invisible muse / Before the words were born, you were a giant / From the kingdom of gold who know not yourself.

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If you see the sky

If you see the Sky / you’ll find your lullaby / Those are your bones, / travelling in the Universe / If you talk to the Sky / you’ll get your gold desire... / Nobody can / go back to their old life...

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Time

Time… I would like to have more time / To repair the branches I have broken. / To make those eyes that now cry… To make them bright, with joy…

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It’s me

It hurts to be in love / We don’t choose the creature we fall in love with / a combination of chemical in our body / tell us who is irresistible to us…

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Currency

Currency / a pocket can sometimes be : a kind of prison, / I have never lived in / a cash economy where the bill / fold unfolds to find someone / creased in the middle, / but perhaps credit moves…

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Desert

Desert… / If you’re looking for yourself / The shadows of your ancestors / Will lead you up to the light / Desert... / Draw a big wheel of stones / Let the sun caress your shoulders…

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You look

You look… You look at beauty but you want to ruin it You hate poverty, but you choose...