Results (
English) 2:
[Copy]Copied!
For glass of water in the mother's amniotic sac, the kids like the round beans, suspended between the glass of water, wait each day sprouting young leaves in layers peeled away from the womb to see what exists and be heard what is said to exist. Smooth sea waves, the wind gently, jungle rustling sound and dead birds are no longer singing anymore. Few questions about what they are by default. All the kids are the ones who pick up the beans. We pick up the beans, no matter how good or bad seeds, we just picked up on pick .. sown in their cups. A bead, two beads, ten particle, a hundred particles, .. we wait for the anger did not even count anymore, we poured the beans inside the glass cover. Glass of water overflowing and rolling peas. We hear the sound of the pea-sound that only when the beans are in a new country existing glass we see the waves cry bitterly smooth, quiet tree lined tomb in the noisy wind storms, uncle bird song is already dead but still here. We could not recognize the existence of the sound is really a mother weighed heavily in my heart, overflowing glasses of water, but there was still embracing the bean. Sigh voice slithered away under the sadness go away, but no one found it. Until the other day, sea foam melting on the ground, still germinating pea
Being translated, please wait..