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Friday, February 18, 2005

A Beautiful Poem: Oh Baby! With your Pretty Face, Drop a Tear in my Wineglass

Category: Misc. Poetry.

I read this beautiful poem on Handa's blog. I googled for the words and found them to be from the movie, Before Sunrise.

Daydream, delusion, Limousine, eyelash
Oh Baby! With your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm delusion angel
I'm fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?
~ Street poet in the movie, Before Sunrise (1995).

Beautiful words. One can visualize them.

Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me


Two branches, flowing fast down stream in the swirling water, each
supporting and clinging to the other; knowing not where the flow will
take them—together or separated.

A simple, passionate, and intelligent guy in search of his calling and an intelligent, sweet, and beautiful gal in search of her identity; a chance meeting in a garden city, and their lives entwined and souls entangled knowing not where this relationship would take them; toward the beginning of bliss or the end of happiness.

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Cheers
Chirayu