But the first time I saw you. Rio. I took that down to the gardens. I pressed it into the leaves of a silver maple and recited it to the Waterloo Vase. It didn’t fit in any rooms.
Based On “Afterglow” by Jorge Luis Borges. Happy Valentines.
Because I personally preferred the Mandarin version for the layout and what not, here is the poem in English (it’s written in Spanish but I don’t understand Spanish so I didn’t use it) and I hope you could go back and look at the Mandarin version.
Sunset is always disturbing
whether theatrical or muted,
but still more disturbing
is that last desperate glow
that turns the plain to rust
when on the horizon nothing is left
of the pomp and clamor of the setting sun.
How hard holding onto that light, so tautly drawn and different,
that hallucination which the human fear of the dark