Posted on Friday, April 27th, 2007 at 8:16 am
To work as a slave, to live as a king….
Posted on Monday, April 16th, 2007 at 4:24 am
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Posted on Tuesday, April 3rd, 2007 at 1:37 am
Borders is going to close all book stores in UK, including those in Australia and New Zealand. Well, it certainly includes the Borders at Jam Factory in Melbourne, which is one of my favorite book store when I spent my life there. The place was my “no-place-to-go” place and where I bought most of my books, including the whole set of TAOCP. I always hope that I will revisit there when I’ve a chance to go to Melbourne again, but it seems to be a forever hope now….
Farewell my beloved book store, I will miss you every time I read.