Rimi's

Dear Mr. Park

Life is a moment, like a very magical moment.
I am enjoying the moment, my life.

Ah, Ranunculuses, Anemones, Peonies...

well... like when i called your name you came to be my flower,
if you call the name that fits me, my colour and fragrance
i will come to be yours.

sleep well, baby...
i'll be the darkness and the brightness in your stead.
so don't worry about anything at all, baby.
close your eyes slowly...
and listen to the lullaby like your gran's.
sleep well, baby...
i'll put my arm around you while you sleep.
so don't worry about you flying away, baby.
open your dream softly...
and breath comfortably like the ones in your mom

sleep well, baby...
and oneday you will be a shining star on me
with your gran and mom.

en's

one friday in april. i was holding a cherry tree in full blossom and waited for en. a few weeks ago, when i saw it i found that it's just for en. 'this is my present for you, en.' the tree went to en's hands from my hands. since then, it's en's. every morning, when i pass it i say hello to en's tree. and it reminds me of en's smile. i smile too. en promised me to give a camellia flower of en's garden.

you
miss
me
like
i
used
to
miss
you
.

the picnic, one fine day.

london

1317mar2010
the weather was amazing.

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i am...

The feeling of every single word in a language is just the time you have lived with it, the culture.
that's why it's difficult to learn different languages.
for myself... now it's english.
not to speak of fucking difficult love in english.
sometimes, when it made me to be someone strange,
when i found growing cacti on the tongues,
the wind blowing sand in the eyes.
i wanted to show just inside of me, just who, how i was.

looking back...
it's because of love. or maybe i'm dull at love.
anyway, we might need to say 'say it again.', instead of 'i don't understand.' in love, more than in the strange language.