There is no place without a history, there is no history without a place, there are places without measure, and histories beyond all time. Elegant moments and secret places. Patches of eternity and jolted thoughts.

To verify this, one must know Boi Tran.



In courtyards planted with peach and plum trees
Large shadows sleep
On terraces decorated with urns and gongs
The moon rests, dreaming
Sails on the ocean with limitless dignities
The waves and the winds tussle with each other