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The Tail of a Bird
A nest high up in a tree,
Nothing special, but now it's mine,
Because she was forced away.
Looking at a man, a boy, a dog,
I'm free in my own world,
Flying through somebody else's world.
The inspiration of a poet, a song,
As I pose on a wall, observing life,
I sing a tune, an attempt to put smiles
On a face I've never seen before.
And I watch an old friend of mine,
Encircled in her own metallic world.
No. No space at all to fly.
And then I think of us,
Endless days chasing each other,
Listening to the lovers under our tree
Talking about love, kissing, hugging,
While we sang our song for them.
Goodbye my friend. I must live on,
But I will never forget you.
Javier Flores
Bu.i
Tho*`i Gian
Dda^y ho^m nay tha`nh nga`y mai se~ cu~
Va` ho^m qua la` di~ va~ng tho*`i gian
Tu*o*ng lai mai ddoa'n sao va` ca^'t giu*~ ?
Khi do`ng ddo*`i no^'i tie^'p cu*' xoay nhanh ...
Nhu*~ng mo* u*o*'c mo^.ng dda^`u o^i tha^`n tha'nh
Cu?a sa^n tru*o*`ng sa'ch vo*? ra^'t hie^`n ngoan
Mo*'i trinh nguye^n lo`ng gia^'y chu*~ xanh ma`u
Chu*a ve^'t bu.i chu*a chu't ddo*`i son pha^'n
Xa ho.c ddu*o*`ng bu*o*'c theo gio`ng gio' mo*'i
Tre^n bie^?n ddo*`i tra^`n the^' so'ng ngu*o*.c xuo^i
Bao ba~o ta'p tu*`ng co*n ua` du.c to*'i
Ne^n mo^i kho^ ma(.n muo^'i u'a hoa cu*o*`i
Ro^`i cu*' bu*o*'c da^~m le^n ddu*o*`ng xa la.
Na(.ng mu*a sa a'o tra('ng so't lua. la`
Tra'ch gi` kho^ng khi do`ng ddo*`i ddu*a dda^?y
Khi mo^.t la^`n dde^~ ma(.c gio' mu*a qua ...
Bu.i tho*`i gian la`m hu* hao mu.c na't
Ba'm sa^`u vu*o*ng le^n ma'i to'c nha.t phai
Ti`m ddu*o*.c gi` khi ma?nh ddo*`i se~ ma^'t ?
Trong vo`ng ddo*`i cu*' lua^n chuye^?n chuye^?n xoay .
TrangThanh
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Ba^'t Hoa.i
Thu trong
chie^'n tranh
Va('ng Bo'ng
Mo^.t Tho*`i
Ta^m Ti`nh Chie^'n Hu*~u
Tie^'ng So*n Ha`
Ne^'u Em Ho?i
Kha('c
Khoa?i
Que^ Hu*o*ng
Giu*~ Gi`n
Tu*. Nhie^n
Ai LA??
-Da~ Ma^'y La^`n
Thu?y Chung
Thu trong
chie^'n tranh
To^i Thu+o+`ng ddi
qua
Bu.i Tho*`i Gian
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