| External Database | Lau Mun Leng Writing~ 2008 >The wind rustled the dead leaves |
| I don't like writing on the back of a page, if do this, I will probably forget what has gone before as the visibility has gone. |
| The poem is to be discovered by the people who read it. |
| Sounds in the morning, resemble... |
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| My beautiful winter. A kind of bird that does't have a name. |
| He does not believe the thought but is still pondering this thought. |
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| The miserable people are particularly numerous in Berlin. |
| Invisible, beautiful. |
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| In May, life worsened, dying slowly. I have lost a good friend and I must return to my homeland to see you. |
| She likes slowing her pace in the rain. |
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| Do you hear the sounds? In the vicinity ? |
| Right here is a crazy meeting place. |
| Are they really willing to listen to this music? And, if so, every day? |
| She wants to up and leave to a far away country ; an immediate decision. |
| In same sense, we both experienced that moment of arrested time. |
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| A profound silence ' |
| Everything was so quiet and peaceful in the early morning, he silenced her with a kiss quiet. |
| The snow began later, She has composed " A magic night". |
| A little cake soaked in rum, little by little. |
| have you even seen? |
| why did you die? |
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| "Maybe you can find some nice books, I did remember last week you had bought <Metamorphosis>". "Yes, I did". |
| Presume collecting books for decades ' Foucault's Pendulum Umberto Eco Lolita Vladimir Nabokov Metamorphosis Franz Kafka After Dark Haruki Murakami Image Music Text Roland Barthes On The Road Jack Kerouac The Trial Franz Kafka The Name of The Rose Umberto Eco A thousand Plateaus Deleuze& Guattari Why Read the Classics Italo Calvino The Book of Laughter and Foegetting Milan Kundera |
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| The week after, I decided to begin collecting most of the books in fact I already had it many years ago. |
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| The mysterious murderer who saw stars vary in brightness. |
| Her eye become lost. |
| This is another memory of Italy. |
| In the mornings, it is hard wake feeling refreshed. |
| I was confused at that time. This was confusing me then. |
| I return, once more, to the train; today's weather is not bad, on the train people are obviously very energetic. |
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| The whole of night She touched the strings of the harp A blank screen or missing part They were stunned by her beauty |
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