FOR THE FILMS OF TRẦN ANH HÙNG

There exists a space outside of home which you visit as often as home
 
You are in love with green,
You translate every scene into green
I am in love with you,
I translate every scene into you
Your blindness is the colour green,
The colour of my blindness is you
 
There is a poet who is a criminal: a criminal who is a poet: he is almost mute: muteness is, well, an almost: in the background distant, he mumbles a poem: in the foreground, grudgingly commits a crime: he recites a poem like a crime: commits a crime like a poem: a cigarette bonded to his lips: sentences finding no bond with lips: whenever he has to cry, the eyes do not weep: his nose starts bleeding:
 
A ca dao folk song echoes somewhere afar:  
In the courtyard of reluctance, the poet resides: Verses are the verdure of his reluctance.

FOR THE FILMS OF TRẦN ANH HÙNG