Lê Quỳnh Anh
(LeQuynhAnh)
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In the rain, everything looks more beautiful. Just yesterday, I met a beauty who confirmed my belief.
She was there, right in front of my sixth period classroom, waiting for her friends ro come. She was there, at the most unexpected moment when I was so bored and desperate. She was there, her hair, her eyes, her clothes, wet yet more sensual than ever before. She was there, despite the crying rain and the mourning winds, relaxed and, somehow mysteriously indifferent. Never before did I regret not being a boy as much as this time...
...The rain undressed his upper body. Half naked, he was no longer the guy next door I used to know. He became the grown man with such vigor. Not the man I wanted to have but the man I aspired to be...
(Don't get me wrong, I am not a lesbian, not a homosexual, not a moron. I came, I saw, I enjoyed (rather than conquered as Caesar did) the beauty of life. After all, it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty around you...)
Rain always provokes in me tingled feelings. As the snow-covered muontains spread in front of my eyes, I sensed nothing but loneliness and nostalgia. Face to face the ocean, I felt small and insecurity. Things have always been like that, whether I am at the Fuji mount or the Mediterranean. But rain is... rain. Just a cup of dark coffee, some music and I can sit by the winsow for hours, my head empty but my heart on its roam, things after things pouring back from nowhere, invisible and haunting and grieving and regret and satisfy and lampoon... just like now...
The January rain is sweet
The rain in May is cheerful
The October rain is melancholy
The November rain is full of memory
In the rain, everything looks beautiful. It is among the reasons why I would love the rain to come!
She was there, right in front of my sixth period classroom, waiting for her friends ro come. She was there, at the most unexpected moment when I was so bored and desperate. She was there, her hair, her eyes, her clothes, wet yet more sensual than ever before. She was there, despite the crying rain and the mourning winds, relaxed and, somehow mysteriously indifferent. Never before did I regret not being a boy as much as this time...
...The rain undressed his upper body. Half naked, he was no longer the guy next door I used to know. He became the grown man with such vigor. Not the man I wanted to have but the man I aspired to be...
(Don't get me wrong, I am not a lesbian, not a homosexual, not a moron. I came, I saw, I enjoyed (rather than conquered as Caesar did) the beauty of life. After all, it's hard to stay mad when there's so much beauty around you...)
Rain always provokes in me tingled feelings. As the snow-covered muontains spread in front of my eyes, I sensed nothing but loneliness and nostalgia. Face to face the ocean, I felt small and insecurity. Things have always been like that, whether I am at the Fuji mount or the Mediterranean. But rain is... rain. Just a cup of dark coffee, some music and I can sit by the winsow for hours, my head empty but my heart on its roam, things after things pouring back from nowhere, invisible and haunting and grieving and regret and satisfy and lampoon... just like now...
The January rain is sweet
The rain in May is cheerful
The October rain is melancholy
The November rain is full of memory
In the rain, everything looks beautiful. It is among the reasons why I would love the rain to come!
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