From your eyes
Is there a magic castles floating in the sky
and Pegasus with feathered wings go flying by.
At your rear garden,
Are those fairies running  and jumping amongst the flowers,
playing hide and seek for hours.
Haven’t you seen the smile at mermaids splashing in the tide?
they were chanting and swimming with swans,
cuddling at the ride.

When you watch these angels
sitting on the clouds above, enjoy
tea and fruits with the ones you love.

You know, they were not only shared chocolate with a giant Easter Bunny,
Bur also told Santa his beard quite funny.
When these fairytales that there could be,
Smartest smiles tells :All dreams
depend on what were you believe in.

It was an April noon,
Easter Passion with unexpected,
shine and  clear tones.

The spirit of enjoyment and desire
With hopes and wishes,
from all living things

Went swimming in a private lake,  
like a multitude of sounds
The budding groves seemed eager to urge on
The steps of May, as if their various waves
Such an entire contentment in the air,
at a shine, shine, Shine Friday

I.
LEAVES FALLING IN SPRING
Resting at Moon Lake
A warm breeze rises
Gently blowing the dry leaves That fall from a lake-side tree On this Spring day
                     II.
FOLLOWING THE DOG

Coming out from the old Dao temple I wonder which way to go,
Left or right.
One way is a stone bridge
Crossing the still lake,
The other way is a line of trees Leading up the hill.
A black fuzz-haired dog Passes me by,
Buckled legs and pug snout.
I follow him over the bridge.

                 III.
MOON FAIRY
Moon fairy
Tall and shining white What smile on your lips? What lightness?
Will you rise and glide Across the lake
To the bamboo forest
On the other side?

@April Prayer Day
Sing, sing,
Sing ditto to my heart
In tune, tune.
Are you losing your voice?
Voice, voice
It’s all repeated
This way, way.
 
Rolling in the forrest—
Flower,flower
The world’s opening
A bit, a bit
When rounding up
Cheek, cheek
Where becoming pointed
Your fingers,fingers.
 
@ April Prayer Day
Struggle, struggle
Volatile the heart’s
waves, waves
Volatility struggle
Wings, wings,
Smash the star
lost, lost
 
I’d pray you in my
Heart, heart.  
I’d sing you in my
Soul, soul.
I’d put my chest
Put, put
On the lightened
Palm,palm

@April Prayer Day
Shed,shed
Shed tears from my eyes _
Fire,fire
The life peace
In high, high
And hero in the beauty of
It, it,
heavenly,peace, peace

May we not discuss long run dividend payments model today?
Student asks.
Can you suggest which Deal Model is suited for us?
Lecturer replies:
Deal or No deal
Posh eggs or humble eggs
were not at BREXIT hands
A voice of Saint chanting:  
Where there is a will there is always a deal.
Is this the best moment to have a silent choir class instead?
Lecturer announces.

It's a gentle gentle breeze
Which bothered the vineyard.
It’s a monk in the temple
Who asked me about death.
 
It’s children who crept into the garden,
They’re sneaking on heels behind me.
I could have turned around.
To look and not to notice.
 
To look into my heart’s desire,
To keep quiet  to the top of my bent.
Not to miss
My stolen childhood anymore.
 
It's a gentle gentle breeze
Which repeated beats from Bach cantata,
I caught up with myself thinking
That I have nothing to reply... to you

Would all men dreams for beauties?
It might be more like books
As wise as you cannot
judge by looks...
When you didn't want to finish reading
You put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or force.
It will stay with you
throughout the night...

It wasn’t crude. It wasn’t cheat
It won't keep shopping LV bags
à Avenue des Champs-Élysées

It does caring. It does charming
It will share the pressure with mysterious pleasures

It’s not always soft. It isn't warm without tentions
But it does' keep you
safe from harm.

When you set a preference book list
It has its charms
it may hold your soul in its arms.
Wouldn’t you think on it again...
... BOOKS should be
             more like Beauties

If
1+8=9
2+7=9
3+6=9
4+5=9
3+3+3=9
4+4+1=9
1+2+3+3=9
2+2+2+2+1=9­
1+1­+1+1+1+1+1+1+1=9

Is
1+2+4+8+16+....=-1
And would Zeno's paradoxes estimate value of infinite sum?

Different could be,
The way
The time
The space
The conscience
Towards the universal wholeness.
For the sympathetic joy
One could be anywhere
In between
The above

2.

Day by day, day by day, day by day
Day function lagged N+1*
Am sure you can’t think of an answer.
As I told you about him
You're blocking me from the calculus wind...

3.

You are walking and walking around...
The conversation is not over, not started.
I guess I told you he is my friend.
And don’t ask what this means...

4.
When I find myself feeling down,
and can't locate the epicenter of life,
when all energies have gone,
take a long breath,
a minutes, 2 minutes,
or 7/(n-1) minutes, when n <10,
outcomes vent to my expected emotions.

By Angel. XJ/ 17/01/2019
Were you the one?
who discovers,
an icy,
heart shaped pond?
At a dusky evening,
were you the one?
who finds
a solo path within the forest,
leading to a La La Land?
At a dusky evening,
silvery and shiny.

Slowly move your steps,
slippery but smooth,
reach to an icy,
heart shaped pond,

Were you the one?
who is wanting me?
Search me please,
if you lift up your steps,
will you see my smiles,
that were hidden,
remote but not far.
Silvery and shiny,
at dusky evening.

When wind passing his waves to us,
Sometimes gentle,
sometimes empowered

Shall we embrace you?
swing over the wind
spill over from distance,
whist landing at our hearts,

Sometimes gentle,
sometimes empowered
Swings over the wind.

Morning’s sunlight
touches
Night lamp’s switch
a bed time lullaby
twinkles
a new rising day.

Have you heard
nightingales’ secret voice?  
When sleepy bites sun waves
Dark eyes dances with
golden fire,
Is it time to enjoy the spring?
or, end of the beginning.

Is it that light?
fantastic auroral – which I
believed in one fleeting moment
-within a second or
half an hour.
You were my signal
of other things which
my heart desired.
You were the author
of great aspirations.
You guided my melancholy love,
as you dashed along the paths.
The heaths were strewn
with colourful blossoms
of life – they were
the greatest thing I had known
- as I didn’t touch
a single one because of you.
You are the most supreme
of all there is –
everything else is great
because of you.

Would Space and time,
contain infinite unknown attractions?
within and across,
lifted or drown,
Human’s limitations,
with curious extension,
debated by Schrödinger's cat,
Universe indeed is an absurd balloon,
we are all part of dusty nature,
Interpretation of quantum mechanics,
Neither dark nor shine,
Random exist and soon dismiss.

Isn’t it a scheduled gala supper tonight?’
Gabriel asks Madeleine.
Within the lonesome latter years,
Madeline is ready to announce his sweet flesh.
Not just for lent.
But meanwhile she is assembling the ingredients
for their last treat,the proper feast.
Here she is tearing foliage, scrambling the salad, maybe lighting candles,
stepping back to admire the effect of
the table she’s made the silverware,
the nicely al dente vegetables, the tender goose.
Gabriel bring the bottle and glasses,
plus betrayal with a kiss.
Twinkling candles portait of a pair,
sit in a theatre, to see
a play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Twisted feelings,
after tonight, we will departure again,
Will it be the last super, with you

~The End ~

Yes Gabriel,
I heard the songs and dialogues of genies  whispering,
Madeline murmurs with her choral voice,
And she asks with a mysterious smile,
‘Any prize and pleasure could you award me?
Only if there is a hint of faith —
Where do we entry to our happy destiny?
Gabriel replies in a rush but with determined tones,
‘what if I can’t swim,
And I know you are not able to fly neither’,
Madeline talks to her uncertain mind,
‘What if you would like to hide in my pair of wings
They may not look fancy,
‘At least, I will keep the drama of storms away’
Proudly he spoke
to Madeline.

Switch off the hall of candle light,
Have you seen those whispering genies?
Gabriel asks to Madeline,
‘In fact, I could understand their coded dialogues’
Madeline replies with pinky red face
‘Can you tell me what you hear?’
Gabriel blinked his eyes with curious wonders.
Which Clarinet concerto is your favourite pieces?

Years after years,
Once again into the Italian zone.
Always lips up with naive smiles .
Prior to tick another mission possible in next day,
Any fun idea of physical exercise?
Would a challenge climb at
Epics of Duomo,
A substitute for a private trainer?

When summer goes to depth,
Who will be there to harvest flowers and fruits?
With a senses of emotion,
Can you manage the cycle  of complexities?
Is she ready?
Wings up to the next early morning,
How could we predict
A set of co-movement with determined missions?
Lift up from one cloud to another
Which journey episode would you merge with her?  
Where the sunlight clasps the earth
When the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet and sour life work worth
Already missing a path to rear garden secrecy
And more home private cooking?

Burning yellow courgettes,
wave and greet each other
with the wild green spinach.
Accompanied by light purple artichokes,
ruby red rhododendrons.
A gentle breeze embraces her naughty but proud smiles,
Will fragrant lavender keep their long lasting seduction to a dancing butterfly?
Sun and moon shining in our high heaven
Graceful thanks rising,
We thank you,
nature preciously given

Will all the world and love were young,
And truth in every Shakespearean’s tongue,
Are pretty pleasures might me transit
To live with thee and be thy fantasy dance,

When flowers fade, and wanton fields
To wayward winter reckoning yields;
Would honey tongue, melting a heart of gall?

Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.
Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
In folly ripe, in season rotten.

Were you reminding me?
the famous equation E=mc^2,
investigates c­orrelation between
Mass and Energy?
Although,Hawking argues 
it b­egins this way—
a thought expressing itself in the
darkness of no­thing: 'no thing'
and then exploding itself across thevast expans­e of time,
we are composites of these deposits - 
particles shoot­ing
I saw a pair of shooting stars,
arc its way across the 
sable­ tapestry,
from the Big Bang of the universe
spewing its essence ­across the
facade of time.
I see a pair of shooting stars
Duane's­ cleft moon in concert
with the universe's Big Bang
both expendin­g themselves in the darkness

English Channel links,
from Paris to London,
compare and contrast,
moments of timeline images,
framed memories within our friendship conversations

Were the days of wind,fire laughter,debate eventually
landed,
to a box of friendship treasure books?

Shall we read, review and reflect together,
to our mutual memories and common learning path?
Were those dining, wining, partying
the best method to digest,
economics, philosophy,science, arts, languages?

As time goes by,
Who is the first one to claim?
Am I a friend of yours in your life?

She looks through her window, upon the secret garden.. …
At the clutter in the street, from her safe retreat
She races to her drawing board,
she starts afresh …
To realize her dream, in her eyes a gleam …
Her lines are curvy, the strokes are slim…
With passion in her heart, she practices her art of science,
Was there a moment of architecture of happiness?

Greenland never preserves greenly summer,
Penguins dancing with frozen souls,
Iceland indeed not chill
Instead,
a pleasant surprise to surrounded by crust of volcano
Icelandic internal heat,
blue lagoon lake,
sparkles our eternal hope.

Would Modelling Network Complexity
is like onion or web?
Some peel it
Layer by layer

Some may shed tears
Just on first layer
Then stop there

With passion
Some may explore deep
Inside the core

Some chop it, at once
Exploring all the layers
Revealing a delicate soul

Some make it simple
Some complicate the simple
escape become love of Complexity

The search for new element lead to golden age of chemistry,
The search for new particles lead to golden age of particles physics,
Complex states of matter from the simplicity of building blocks.
In classical world we have solid,liquid and gas,
And who am I?
Humans, Angel, Devils or **** Deus?
In search of Angel particles, with you
-learning and reflections, an empirical study from physics model to fi

Do you think an apple-tree doesn’t remember
In spring how the fruits fell...
It blooms with persistent whiteness
And requires light after water —
To drink, and drink,
and drink in the life.

And for the hundredth time, not to know that everything will pass.

Wouldn’t you want to watch and admire
How an apple tree blossoms without memory?
 
We can’t help but Gene Tells,
an imitate nature history,
When it’s beautiful without embellishment...

As if for the last time
— spring comes!
And he loves me
as if for the first time...

Double checking,
Last minute Xmas Shopping list,
Spent a whole day at
MUSÉE D'ORSAY,
with eyes and curiosity,
Renoir: Father and Son,
Painting and Cinema
two Renoirs,
Pierre-Auguste
and Jean Renoir,
Renowned Impressionist painter inspired,
his son, Jean Renoir
‘ A day in country’
one of his Famous Film,
They shared models and
shared sensitives
Like father, like son.