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- zili posted on 01/31/2004
- zili posted on 01/30/2004
- drinking posted on 01/30/2004Maya, Σ Learning to fly Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction is holding me fast, how Can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything No navigator to guide my way hom
- zxd posted on 01/29/2004Maya asked me the English word for it and also to comment on this subject. I happened to have done a study on euthanasia about 6-7 years ago. I can't recall our findings then at this very moment, but here is my personal opinion on the subject. I think we should view this issue from a broader perspective. In that sense, it is similar or along with several other debates, such as abortion and capital punishment. It's an issue of how we can become more humane. Here the traditional political or idelogical differ
- zili posted on 01/29/2004
- zili posted on 01/29/2004
- Anne SextonǼdickenson֮ϲŮʫˡ ˰̳mindyʫ ϴ̸sextonԭãʡ һײధģ When man enters woman When man Enters woman Like the surf biting the shore Again and again And the woman opens her mouth in pleasure And her teeth gleam Like the alphabet Logos appears milking a star And the man Inside of woman Ties a knot So that they will Never again be separate And the woman Climbs into a flower And swall
- 刘自立 posted on 01/26/2004
- zili posted on 01/26/2004
- drinking posted on 01/26/2004
- maya posted on 01/26/2004
- ³ posted on 01/21/2004No Space Left, Still Rooms to Go The sound surrounded, mountains covered with snow, My thoughts wandered, up to the sky, white clouds float, Hand in hand, thats why we walk, No space left, still rooms to go. A new journey, the departing ferries, steam whistles blow, Your voice traveled, cross the ocean, sweeter than a sweet flute, Words by words, we stop all to talk, No space left, still rooms to go. Flowers every corner, a beautiful garden, who else knows to grow, Flying together, ov
- ֪ʧˣôƶȲȥˣ Even it is pain, but later, the memory of the past will turn into something sweet , and the bitterness will be gone with the wind. Let time heal you. I know whatever I say won't help much now, but look at Luhan, very few men have gone through the pain he has been undertaking, but he still find his love, read his poems for the past week, how passionate they are. LOVE will be back, back again and again, never doubt that. I am pretty goot at Tarot cards
- ľ posted on 01/21/2004
- ³ posted on 01/21/2004All I Care about Reality Too beautiful, you are, to be called just a beauty, Not real, your passion seems more than crazy, Wild Carmen is, no one would ever say, Not losing heart, does anyone stand such a possibility? Whats called love, gently, now you have shown only to me, How sweet, you taste sweeter than the sweetest honey, Unloaded every cargo it carried before, Blowing its whistle, our ship has set for its own destiny. The wind may blow, the whether may get gloomy, All I need, is
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