.wii at yin's.

in that room, 

we are the secret police caught in a crossfire with terrorists in an airplane, rescuing hostages and dodging bullets.

with the remote controls,

we are sonic, shadow, tails and knuckles competing in the beijing olympics, throwing the javelin and jumping on the trampoline.

after pressing a few buttons,

we are rabbits on the podium, dancing to hip hop and then, disco.

for a while,

we are not ourselves.

.felix dennis.

.poems.

A Poem [Nichita Stanescu]
Tell me, if I caught you one day
and kissed the sole of your foot,
wouldn't you limp a little then,
afraid to crush my kiss?

(from indrani)

Absolutely Last Poem to a Past Love [Agnes Meadows]
In Winter's cloudburst
We dodged raindrops
Like we dodged love.

So I found another umbrella
Under which to splash
singing, Gene Kelly style.

Now even the rain feels warm.

(from a link aik wee passed me)

.fr yj's blog.

"If only I live in a world
where people are more concerned with filling their minds
than emptying their wallets."