Meshed Up
2002-08-24 14:29:26 (UTC)


panandaliang langit. fleeting heaven.

two years ago, a friend and i wrote a short story about a
young woman who got married. on the night of their
marriage, they didn't know what to do. so he unwrapped her
like a gift, pulled the bows apart, and she experienced
heaven. fleeting heaven.

months later when she was pregnant, he became a drunkard
and started to hit her. she ran away, furious with what her
husband had become. marriage is heaven at first, she
concluded, but it is fleeting. panandaliang langit.


somebody wrote a poem during the early light of the
morning. viente poemas de amor y una cancion desperada.

puedo, escribir los versos mas tristes esta noche.

i can write the saddest poem of all tonight.