Chinese ideogram enigma .
Haiku wisdom caressing
mount Fuji .
I imagine you ,lost
in the Seoul crowd ,
gazing at the bay of Along .
Fragile ballerina
that for millennia
has slept
in the Angkor stone ...
She dances gracefully
on her silk thread .
I feel a long walk in her eyes
and black and red rivers
casting a veil of secret monsoons...
Is she a water dragon ?
Or serpent of fire ?
Your lips,have the modest shape
of a moon watching
over the rice paddy ...
She looks up at me
but doesn\'t see me ...
I don\'t belong to your heritage .
She tells the story of storms
from another age ...
But so free of passion .
\'\' OOh ! Give me hug ,
need your love ! \'\'
Are these lyrics without song ?
She closes the mysteries
of her computer ,
leaving a touch of jasmin
in the teacup .
Delicate hand running through
the cascade of her night hair ...
She\'s leaving in so many arrivals.
And without a smile ,
seems at last to grant me a life ...