Post Cards from H. -Where's the Dog?-

Post Cards from H. -Where's the Bird?-

Post Cards from H. -Where's the Cat?-

Post Cards from H. -Pink Lady-

Post Cards from H. -FAFAFAFAFA-

Post Cards from H. -Kernis-

Post Cards from H. -City Blues-

Post Cards from H. -Iron Blue-

Post Cards from H. -Paint for Pain-

Post Cards from H. -Traveling Trembling-

Post Cards from H. -Blurred-

Post Cards from H. -Platform-

The Lost Love, Peace and Music

"What do you see when you turn out the light?"
"I don't see nothing."
The intense pain in a different way,
but men cry out loud their same loneliness.
They singing, "I am yours,
you are mine.
You are what you are.
You make it hard."
But, "Nobody goes away"
"Your love is like a rainbow, falling on my shoulder."
Almost ripped,
Janis Joplin,
at last, there's only her, and her painful solo,
stood on the stage, "No no no, don't leave me."
Then tears almost falling on my cheek.

Winds blown and a heavy rain forced the ground muddy.
People never leave.
Someone knock on cans, comes the rhythm,
one by one they join in,
Knocking, dancing.
Music never stops.
"We feed each other, we must be in heaven!"
Leave the whole land rubbish,
3 days of Love, peace and music
lost long long time ago, in the age of hippie.


The film "Woodstock"

Life falls, hitting ground

"We're all in our private traps.
Clipped in it and none of us can never get out.
We're scratching and clobber only at the air, only at each other."
The Boy who never grows up said.

And the woman answered with her eyes wide open, mydriasis.
Blood, draining away. Secrets, and the crimes, hitting ground.
The Hitchcock film "Psycho"

Girl Hiding

Girl hiding in the back stage.

Away from her sister who played cello.

Cover her ear so that she won't hear the jealousy.

But the cello never stops.

The bass player is a philosopher on strings

Friday night,
Joe Lovano is here in Taiwan, Taipei.
As a legend still alive,
the great tenor got a bitter-sweet voice,
accompanied by Bill Mays trio
(Lewis Nash on drums, and Wei-Sheng Lin林煒盛 on bass).

When Joe Lovano go a little marching in,
witty smooth melody splashing;
and Bill Mays plays the piano sounds delicate but easy;
then wild, african-roots drums of Lewis Nash...
There are lots of conversation between piano and drums,
it's hard to believe, but they really a heaven-made match.

The bass player Wei-Sheng Lin is a philosopher on the strings,
concentrated, deliberated.
He's a collector who catch each other's expressions,
sights meet to gather into the music,
and all enjoyed in his smile.

We love him,
not only because he is the Jazz son of Taiwan.

Virtual Hug

Chating by typing

Laughing no sounds

Real talking in a Virtual world

Virtual kiss in a Real world

Hug me with no body

cos Screens divided me from you

empty full room empty

Peel me in the empty full room
在空盪的擁擠房間剝去我
to Fill you in the full room empty
以填滿你整個房間的空虛

光 坐在藍椅上

光　坐在藍椅上,
而,
藍椅　坐在光上.

Lights Sitting on Blue Seats

Lights Sitting on Blue Seats,
and,
Blue Seats Sitting on the Light.