sometimes,
the feeling of love
could be:

wonder.

uncontrollable.

avoid.

tired.

let it be.

mistake.

i am ____________.
are you __________?

a random sequence

if random thoughts can be recorded

if random things can be put together

then a moment can be captured in less than 1/1000 of a second

and passed on randomly.


somewhere, sometimes

when strangers meet

just as we have longed for, without notice.

and happiness is in such simplest coincidence.

i loan myself to an illusion

the purple sky of the rainy days.

the sea is olive or it is just flood in the meadow.

and something as soft as grey

we often call "loneliness".

like the tangled hair in the wind,

needless to brush.


i fold a little boat with the morning papers i got,

and blow it away with a dream last night.

it will sink very soon i know though.


still it seems just an illusion

i would like to loan myself to,

with a high interest

i have to pay back everyday.

and well, in debt eternally.

back

tôi ₫ứng ở giữa con đường xa lộ

và chớp mắt,

nhanh lắm, có phải không?

sợ gì nào, ₫ã quá quen.

sợ gì nào, những cái quen lạ lẫm.

không chạy nữa nhé

vì chân ₫ã mỏi hay những ₫iều níu kéo?

tôi lại lần nữa không biết.


chớp mắt,

nơi nụ cười và những bờ vai thật.

gọi ₫iều ấm áp,

thật nhẹ...


................................................................

rain

những ngày mưa:
trong vắt,
tĩnh.

trong mắt em
gửi anh:một tiếng gõ cửa,
xao lòng...

.....................................

rain fills the days,
purely transparent
like quiet and pastel.

and my eyes,
just send to yours
"knock, knock"

(somebody come?)

restlessly.

Blanket

I read it the first time about 4 years ago. It was not mine though. Did not think i should have owned one. Fear of pains.

........................................

First love, they said so.

........................................

3 years later, I found it back in kino. Decided to own it. Pain?-feel like it.

.................

finally...
waited for 3 years
you are here with me


in tears...

never, never again...

the days were old.

- ( written in july 2007)

........................................

Read it again last night.
Beautiful.

........................................

It was the first graphic novel i read but the best one ever since.

........................................

What we have come to believe in more than just a religion.

{me}- manifesto

I love many things in my life

the sunbeams every morning
the long journey on the bus
the traffic lights changing colors
the high view from a building
the rain that brushes my skin
the smell of newly-cooked food
the slowness of jazz
the smiles of the couples
the baby cries out loud
…

Is life really complicated or does it just seem to be so?

Life is full of emotions.
Feel it.
Embrace it

Design is a emotional process.
Enjoy it.

...................................................................................

typography poster done in july 2007.

round about

khi mà không biết một nơi nào để đi

và không đủ can đảm để tìm một nơi mới một mình

tôi đi dọc lại con đường cũ quanh nhà

và nó nhạt đến bình an.

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when confusing of where to go

and not brave enough to find somewhere new alone

i walked along the old road round about home

and it was insipid peacefully.

meaningless

you need to come closer

because i am invisible

in a blank piece of draft

and when everyone is happily sketching on it

they forget, they forget.

the well

bởi vì bàn tay run
và cần một cái siết chặt

nhưng khoảng không vô hình
vô tình, làm tôi
chới với

vậy thì,
hãy tạm biệt những thiên thần...









trước khi chạm vào lòng giếng.

...............................................


because hands are trembling
and need a 'hold'-tightly


but un-seen void
in callous and unintentional,
pull me,
fall.


if so,
remember to tell the angels: 'goodbye'










before touching the well's soul.

Pieces

Nếu như,
có thể
xếp lại những ước muốn vụn vặt
những đam mê thường ngày

và đi thật xa...

thương, nhớ và quên
để là đủ cho một tình yêu.

bao giờ mưa trở rét?
hay nắng lại sắp lên
tôi lại chỉ quẩn quanh
những điều đã vụn.

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If,
perhaps,
wishes could be folded
habits could be forgotten

and a journey could begin
somewhere, far...

love ends like a memory
i say: 'beautiful'.

whenever rain becomes winter
or sun rises earlier than usual
i wander around pieced, pieces
once upon again...


(31th July 07)

-photo credit: nuttin2kare

a memory foreword

I believe little things make life beautiful
and CYX is one of those.

dear memories,

i miss part of my life

sleepless nights.

again, i found myself
wandering
in chaotic and conflicting dreams.

a happiness is undefinable.

(18th October 07)

-photo credit: nuttin2kare