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| Macaw, Ribbons a macaw in red, a macaw in green, another macaw with blue feather on the wings, yellow on the chest colorful macaws flying under the orange cloud gray head couple leaning on each other's shoulder stones thrown into the ocean a conversation here & there in a nearly evening afternoon the lighthouse across the sea, didn't belong but among the skyline of a fisherman's village, blinking in a beat birds gathering, singing from the top of the lighthouse that we had our back leaned on... soft but sensible wind brought the actions to the sea wave climbing on the cliff, sliding off the cliff the wave rolling stones on the coast knocking here, rolling there... altogether a rhythmic song she, with the twisted ankle, lifting the stick with a light purple ribbon, or maybe it's just purplish white a ribbon dance with the music in our ears a fast spin, a slow spin, vertically up, or diagonally down a beat in itself but appeared to be long forgotten by itself... waiting? recalling? picking it up? extincted? how could it be? a drawn picture appeared in front of my eyes everything would then equal to an OK - Kachun, Nov 2001 |