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Love is a language of the hearts which anyone could speak.
Source of Image: Photoshop by Cảnhphong,
This photo features an angel wearing a leaves hat, dressing in Vietnamese Áo Dài, pressing her hands together in front and standing in the middle of the misty forest. A star far behind and above lights up the darknes of the forest.
Posted on 30 August '09 by admin, under A gift of love, Featured Articles. No Comments.
In the beginning, the two lovers are like two kids playing a game of how to learn to write on a sheet of writing paper together.
Meanwhile, he and she are very eager to write on this still new sheet of blank paper. They are filled with happiness to work together. The piece of paper will moment the thought in mind of these two young people of all the possible that love can be.
Sometimes on the progress, They compete to write more. On the contrary, he silently leaves it to her to write what she likes.
Some people write only after thinking carefully, but no less people write before a careful consideration. Some couple decide to write together with the same pen, some other pairs leave to one person represent for both to write, but love can not survive forever if there’s only a writer or each one writing separately on a half sheet of paper.
The Character of each person creates their own forms on paper. And as personality, self-identity of each person is very difficult to change. It is not impossible to do. It causes very much times, efforts, but results are not always as expected. Like the characteristic, it is difficult to imitate. Some people have the habit of writing neatly, clean, clear. Some other person write scrawl, word dilapidated, earase here and there. However, for what they write on the paper easier to understand, each party must a bit more or less change there own characteristic.
Every mistake in love is equivalent to a blur ink on the paper… Therefore, be it accidentally or intentionally, be it the short neat beautiful written, be it no matter how much kind words they tell one another, the blur ink stain remains still stained. You can not get this offset, obscures the other. No matter how much you put effort to erase, cover up to try to forget them, regard as it has not yet existing, the traces of those blur ink still slight intensely exists there. In love there is never an absolute forgiveness.
However, as written, they feel more tired. the natural interest disappear gradually and he and she have to find for themself a motivation to continue together. It is bound and responsible of each other by the consequences of the game which they are participated. And this writing game will last forever. It swallows all one paper to another paper and only ends when the pen cartridge is dried up.
________ Thương Huyền (translated by admin)
Posted on 29 August '09 by admin, under A gift of love, Featured Articles. No Comments.
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Posted on 29 August '09 by admin, under A gift of love, Featured Articles, Poetry. No Comments.
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Once upon a time, on an island, all created life such as Happy, Sorrow, Knowledge, and all other things, including Love converge at this island. One day, they are informed that the island will be sunk, so all must be on the boat and leave the island.
Love patiently waiting until the last minute, when the island seems to be completely sunk and decided to seek help. Wealthy passes by Love in a big boat.
Love says:
- Wealthy, can you bring me with you?
Wealthy answer:
- No, because there are many golds and silvers in my boat. Here unplaced for you!
Love decided to ask Pride. Pride goes by in a big beautiful boat, Love calls out to Pride:
- Pride, please help me!
- I can not help you, oh, Love! You are wet and could damage my boat! – Pride refused.
Sorrow near by, so Love asks for help:
- Sorrow, Please let me come with!
-Oh… Love, I want to be alone!
Happy also does not show compassion for Love because she does not vibrate Love’s calling …
Suddenly a voice echoes:
- Hey, Love, I will take you!
It is an old chief, who’s calling out for Love. Love feels fortunate and excites when arrives across to the other part of the island sately, and Love so happy which forgets to ask the name of the old chief before he takes off. Love shows remorse and asks Sr. Knowledge, a different old chief:
- Who has helped me, sir?
- It is Sr. Time! Knowledge answers.
- Oh, Sr. Time? -Love questions, – But why Sr. Time helped me?
Knowledge smiles eruditely:
- Only Time would understand how great romantic love is!!
_____ Translated by FJ_CảnhPhong.
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Posted on 9 August '09 by admin, under A gift of love, Featured Articles. 1 Comment.
The quickest way to receive love is to give it out …
The quickest way to lose love is to keep it tighten …
And give it wings is the best way to keep the love forever …
Translated by FJ-CảnhPhong
Posted on 5 August '09 by admin, under A gift of love, Featured Articles, Poetry. No Comments.
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