I have translated a Persian poem for you. It is not so beautiful in English: a professional man without his suit or undershirt perhaps; flabby in the breasts yet his eyes, green and brown, are ever strong. “My love for you is not clean or pretty.Neither are the feathers of a bird mid-journey.Majestic, maybe, to those who remain on the ground,but we will collect filth on our way to the moon.”This poem is simple and terrible, but two people together can read it and believe it and cry. And this is how I have chosen to declare my intentions to you. Would you like to go and see Ghostbusters II with me on Saturday? (Benjamin King)

by Feng

It’s Your Move