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Ma peinture préférée de Rembrandt
If you don’t know how to die, don’t worry; Nature will tell you what to do on the spot, fully and adequately. She will do this job perfectly for you, don’t bother your head about it.
—Montaigne.
のどかな秋の海。
ただいま 日本。。
とびきりの青さ
これはついの住処ではないかと思うけど。
I am home.
I miss you BÉBÉ!!!
Joyce, tu es très chanceuse.
Alors, je voudrais un bébé comme Ophelie aussi! Elle est super mignonne!
Ah, quel bonheur!!
只是路過；僅此而已。
Goodbye Lyon, it’s been a great year.
Tu me manques tellement.
Thank you for all the lovely gifts
…and the memories.
And here I come again Tokyo.
ただいま。
一回り進化した私。。くよくよするな。。
不知不覺。。
sans que je m’en rende compte..
c’est le destin ou le karma?
“…parfois, ce n’est qu’en quittant la scène que l’on peut savoir quel rôle on a joué…”
22 歲生日時和克銘，國良面對這片海灘。當時的我追求名利想買高級公寓開篷跑車。
我不覺得有甚麼錯。若時光倒流我仍然會那麼努力地賺錢。
30歲，好像夢想成真了卻又少了甚麼似的。不夠有文化，不夠智慧。連自己都認為自己很笨也很天真地老是被人欺負。
太多的不懂不了解不明白
太被動了。
我很討厭那個時候。
現在
此刻
我看到了
清清楚楚
好美好深的藍。。
我凝聽
海鷗於大海的對話
我讀了大家給我的生日問候。
遠遠的我，過得很好，
謝謝你們。
甚麼也不求。。所以甚麼也不缺。
靜靜地
好幸福。
別亂猜了，我已34歳。
那天，
和朋友到公園慶祝生日。
曬太陽。。
划船捉烏龜。。
午餐吃煮炒。。
晚餐吃法國菜。。
一天就這樣過去了。
お誕生日おめでとうシャロン。
Crazy about this song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hN6n-7EBFwg
Crazy about Johnny Depp,
and riding the vélib on the streets of Paris, navigating my way through her feeling as free as a bird,
I’m crazy about feeling unbound.
Of not being told what to do or not to.
You don’t know me so don’t even try.
Let me steer my way through on my own terms.
And you will see,
I will arrive.
Il ne faut jamais juger les gens sur leurs fréquentations.
Tenez, Judas par exemple,
il avait des amis irréprochables.
–Verlaine.
Make my bed, and light the light
I’ll arrive late tonight
Blackbird
Bye bye..
媽媽謝謝你來看我！！！！
Sous la Tour Eiffel..
et puis,
la Seine..
on a baladé..on a beaucoup ri,
et elle a vu ma vie..
Despite how much you dislike long-haul flights…you made it to France
just to visit your stupid turkey daughter.
Oh how a mother’s love transcends ..
..all barriers.
衷心感謝兩位護花使者，沒有你們陪，我是不會放心媽媽一個人搭飛機呢！！
JE T’AIME TELLEMENT MAMAN!!!
Choked.
I have so much to say. But no one to say it to. As I sit alone in the living room, dying to talk about tonight.
Yet I know this moment will pass, as we move on to other episodes of our existence, with the dawn of each brand new day.
But tonight, I really want to talk about today.
Yes, no one is here for me.
Fate,
you must be having a ball.
I will be fine tomorrow. Once the TGV arrives in Lyon.
Where all is calm, all is stable,
and love is waiting for me.
But for now, I am choked.
Choked by Paris.
Choked by the memories I have of this city.
Choked by affections, longing, and deep regrets.
“But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.“
–Kahlil Gibran
Oh one day, I will drown in my own intolerable silence.
closure.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BPTOY8FrvNw
Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
Old friends,
Winter companions,
The old men
Lost in their overcoats,
Waiting for the sunset.
The sounds of the city,
Sifting through trees,
Settle like dust
On the shoulders
Of the old friends.
Can you imagine us
Years from today,
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy.
Old friends,
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fears
So,
I was not dreaming..
Thank you for the memories.
