Small purple




He makes it too short to love and to be loved
a lifetime
one person.

The magician honks the horn;
she is in a spring-colored dress
winding the clock while
he swears to behave.

The circus in summer evenings are erased by the yosamu,
didn’t leave a clue of the real.

In between their serious talks and writings, imaginations and creations, pedagogy and belief that
spread the seeds under poisoned water are always those childish pranks.

She told herself that she falls in crazy love with him because he is time.



Those tentacles only create a deeper isolation,

that matureness disguised by your so faking childish sayings.

The rime in your pupils are

exactly like the cracked glazing shell of stars,

the hazy candle light cached in a jute lantern, and

the morning dew covered on a fresh mint leaf.

Time doesn’t have its own judgement,

below every obsolete word, beyond any sensual consentment,

only gliding along in the spinning form of your prodigal years.

To Kill A Mockingbird–Harper Lee

I don’t want to pretend to be a saint. People are people, no matter what. There is always a conclusion in the end of a story, “on the whole, I’m satisfied”; and “when you finally see them,” “most people are” nice.

But is there a real conclusion on life? True educators are not living for real.

“A day was twenty-four hours long but seemed longer. There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County.”-6

“That’s okay, ma’am, you’ll get to know all the county folks after a while. The Cunninghams never took anything they can’t pay back-no church baskets and no scrip stamps. They never too anything off anybody, they get along on what they have. They don’t have much, but they get along on it.”-26

“When she squinted down at me the tiny lines around her eyes deepened. ‘There’s some folks who don’t eat like us,’ she whispered fiercely, ‘but you ain’t called on the contradict’em at the table when they don’t. That boy’s yo’comp’ny and if he wants to eat up the table cloth you let him, you hear?’

‘He ain’t company, Cal, he’s just a Cunningham-‘

‘Hush your mouth!Don’t matter who they are, anybody sets foot in this house’s yo’comp’ny, and don’t you let me catch you remarkin’on their ways like you was so high and mighty! Yo’ folks might be better’n the Cunninghams but it don’t count for nothin’ the way you’re disgracin’em-if you can’t act fit to eat at the table you can jsut set here and eat in the kitchen.'”-32-33

“In summertime, twilights are long and peaceful. Often as not, Miss Maudie and I would sit silently on her portch, watching the sky go from yellow to pink as the sun went down, watching flights of martins sweep low over the neighbourhood and disappear behind the schoolhouse rooftops.”-57

” ‘You are too young to understand it,’ she said, ‘but sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of-og, of your father.’

‘There are just some kind of men who-who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results.'”-60

“Mr. Avery said it was written on the Rosetta Stone that when children disobey their parents, smoked cigarettes and made war on each other, the season would change: Jem and I were burdened with the guilt of contributing to the aberrations of nature, thereby causing unhappiness to our neighbors and discomfort to ourselves.”-85

”Scout, simply by the nature of the work, every lawyer gets at least one case in his lifetime that affects him personally. This one is mine, I guess. You might hear some ugly talk about it at school, but do one thing for me if you will: you just hold your head high and keep those fists down. No matter what anybody says to you, don’t you let’em get your goat. Try fighting with your head for a change… it’s a good one, even if it does resist learning.’

‘Atticus, are we going to win it?’

‘No, honey.’

‘Then why–‘

‘Simply because we were licked a hundred years before we started is no reason for us not to try to win’ Atticus said.’-101

”but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.'”-140

“You’re not gonna change any of them by talkin’ right, they’ve got to want to learn themselves, and when they don’t want to learn there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk their language.”-167

“The most ridiculous example I can think of is that the people who run public education promote the stupid and idle along with the industrious–because all men are created equal, educators will gravely tell you, the children left behind suffer terrible feelings of inferiority. We know all men are not created equal in the sense some people would have us believe–some people are smarter than others, some people have more opportunity because they’re born with it, some men make more money than others, some ladies make better cakes than other–some people are born gifted beyond the normal scope of most men.

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal–there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and he ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court.”-274

“‘Aunty,’ Jem spoke up,’Atticus says you can choose your friends but you sho’can’t choose your family, an’ they’re still kin to you no matter whether you acknowledge’em or not, and it makes you look right silly when you don’t.'”–300

“‘No, everybody’s gotta learn, nobody’s born knowin’. That Walter’s as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin’s wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.’

Jem turned around and punched his pillow. When he settled back his face was cloudy. He was going into one of his declines, and I grew wary. His brows came together; his mouth became a thin line. He was silent for a while.

‘that’s what I thought, too,’ he said at last, ‘when I was your age. If there’s just one kind of folks, why can’t they get along with each other? If they’re all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I’m beginning to understand something. I think I’m beginning to understand why Boo Radley’s stayed shut up in the house all this time…it’s because he wants to stay inside.'”-304

Way too real

Ends before starts, the smell of laundry soap, steam milk, and chlorine of swimming pool.

You told me you are the worst painter,

but the long way is shortened into a dot drew by you,

with great patience, soft whispers, and a nice hug,

on a washed canvas, with the brightest color,

under the sunshine, running through sunset,

waving my past into this way-too-real present.

Its kaleidoscopic pattern trapped into the tiny circle,

having an ambition of lasting forever.