Before sunrise, before sunset, before I die

The war-journalist : so, what's your plans now?
The lonely-poet: a good question. maybe that s a question for myself
The lonely-poet: what about yours?
The war-journalist : hehehe.well, been busy with research. I'm teaching part time in a state university here while doing research and other writings.
The lonely-poet: sounds exciting. actually i m thinking of giving up trying to change the world. i wanna rest and be a painter and writer (poem, short story)
The war-journalist : hahaha! that's a great path! it reminds me of the romantic movie, "before sunset" starring ethan hawke and julie delpy.
The lonely-poet: hmmm... before sunset, before sunrise, before i die
The war-journalist : before you die, you already change so much.

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The war-journalist : you're the lonely poet?
The lonely-poet: yeah. always is and will be
The war-journalist : ohh. but i see that as romantic...
The war-journalist : that was really awful i didnt see you in your country last november
The lonely-poet: naw, its okay
The lonely-poet: a lonely poet will not regret not seeing anyone anytime anywhere
The war-journalist : awwwouch... guess, im not a poet.
The war-journalist : okay. that's great. you've got a lot of poems there...
their melancholic and nostalgic
The lonely-poet: i still have many in my email archive (i normally sent out poems to my friends)
The war-journalist : include me pls.
The lonely-poet: yeah, next time im in love, in despair or in searh of something, i ll send out poems again
The war-journalist : i look forward to it. your poems seem to show some anguish...
The lonely-poet: yeah u r right
The war-journalist : hmmmm, i wonder why...
The war-journalist : but the anguish seems to be not out of surrender but of wanting to break free...?
The war-journalist : of moving...
The war-journalist : of taking a flight...
The war-journalist : ???
The lonely-poet: hmmm.. they say that it's much better to be still and surrender rather than to break free and flee
The lonely-poet: because then you have a better chance of understanding everything, forgiving yourself, opening up yourself for the outer world... Only then you are free
The lonely-poet: but it's a very difficult thing to do
The war-journalist : i can imagine that... but the difficulty, actually, is secondary
The war-journalist : the bittersweet experience of understanding, forgiving and opening are the things that would count...
The war-journalist : I would also dare to say that taking flight does not mean fleeing...
The war-journalist : when you soar, you get to expand that outer world...
The war-journalist : you seem to be in deep anguish... maybe you've got to be in another place...
The war-journalist : or...err. am i talking to fast, loud, funny and silly?
The lonely-poet: nope, you're just turning from a war journalist into a shrink
The war-journalist : hehehe.expanding actually... journalist to something more
The lonely-poet: hey, do you have one minute for a confession?
The war-journalist : go, Sure...
The war-journalist : shoot
The lonely-poet: well, just want to tell you that i like you so much
The war-journalist : thanks.that's cool
The war-journalist : actually, i see you as one of my very best friends in this side of the world
The lonely-poet: that's something
The war-journalist : really. its comfortable talking with you..
The lonely-poet: thanks. now, i dont want to keep u online
The war-journalist : thanks. have to go. need to finished those tons of work load.
The lonely-poet: good luck, break a leg
The war-journalist : see you ...in the next on line ....
The lonely-poet: thanks for ...
The lonely-poet: expanding my world
The war-journalist : don't mention it. see you!
The lonely-poet: bye
The war-journalist has signed out. (6/12/2005 9:29 PM)

i want you to know i like you, before the sun sets, the sun rises, and before i die...