Page 339 - Thorn In The Heart

Chinh Nguyên

independence for the country? How many politicians, who had said
that they love their people, countries more than their bodies and
families? Did they do find out the way for peace and stop their blood
brothers?
How many puppet governments in this country? They have shut
their eyes and tried to be the foreign attendants, made people fell
into the hardship of life and die on the battlefield for their ambitions
and their safety life....!

The sound of both trumpet and saxophone seem to chain and tie
knots in his heart. It rolled up and down, flew and sank with the
music until he was tied up and felt sleep.

Nguyen's soul eluded his body's grasp to forget the sorrow of his
real-life images at present. Most of the time, Nguyen never thought
about when he would fall asleep. Each evening he ceases to function,
and suddenly he fell into a vacuum time. Also, the time had moved
slowly with quietude and rented his heart.
Nguyen never knew why he roared with painful, dull aching,
afraid of the quietness. He only understands that if activities stopped
in his house, he must face himself, quietness, and solitary. He will
break something to make a noise, listen to radio news or sat quietly
on the sofa with a cup of coffee, smoking and sink into the music
until he falls asleep.

Nguyen did not sleep on his bed, often falling asleep on the sofa,
or the floor in the corner of the living room, where he was feeling
comfortable.

Sometimes, he was afraid of the bad dream, extremely sorry for
the good dream. Or suddenly he wakes up at midnight, looked at the
ceiling in the darkness with full sorrow in his soul and could not sleep
until the sun was raise.
Outside it was raining; the sky was getting thick of black cloud
and dark. The sound of rain was continuous on the roof; the wind
was sighing, blowing through the trees, and entering a chink of the
door. In the living room, the singing has risen in accord with the

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