The Keyboard of My HeartBy Stan Almendro The Keyboard of my heart has no ivory keys to play Music comes from what I think, dream and what I sayA melody that people hear is my happy, sensitive heartIt is a song that will stay and never from me depart. There are also no black keys in the keyboard of my heartAnd you can in fact not tell the black keys from the whiteNo hands are found striking these keys that don’t existYet the sweetness of the chords no heart can really resist With no white or…See More

In the Name of Awareness We have the ability to see through a human’s error and vulnerability, and can point out the emptiness of his tricks and behaviors; it is hard to pull him out from the gap of time because of the craze, an involuntary praise to himself was embedded, just like the deep-rooted instincts, or the long lasted prejudice, they are poignantly passionate with their own existence, hiding the hypocritical elegance in the pride and self-approbating as a merit. Narcissistic person…See More

My Kid Holds A ViolinI know this landscape is nonexistentThe wind flows out of the skyMaking pitter-patter of rainIn the drumming woodsMy kid holds a violinSnow melts on the distant hillThe rose weeps on the arid landIn the darkroom, the stars faded,Wars on the screen never ceaseMy kid holds a violinBrakes the silvery stringLook！blood has oozed from the wall.See More