miércoles, 14 de enero de 2015


Among all the elements in this Earth
I have always been interested in the liquid one.
It has many names around the world,
but now I want to call it 水。

水 is soft but can become hard if someone strokes it violently.
水 flows with grace and elegance, but escapes in gas state if receives high temperatures.
水 becomes hard as a rock if the cold chills it.
水 always adapts to the container that imprisons it, 
however if there's a hole, 水 will escape as fast as possible.
水 is heavy, but not so much as rock and less than air.

Its grace amazes me, its adaptability shows me wisdom,
its softness and hardness give me a clue about life.
It's not good to be always the same as the rock is,
otherwise a hammer will prove how wrong you were.
It's not a good idea to always fly around the world as the air does,
because after flying and coming to ground someday,
you will realize how much life you have lost.

水 can be solid... 
水 is normally such a flexible liquid... 
水 can dance with the air in gas state as well...

How else can I explain?

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