Another way of telling

Archive for December, 2008

Hello Vietnam


Hello Vietnam

Marc Lavoine by Pham Quynh Anh

Tell me all about this name, that is difficult to say.
It was given me the day I was born.
Want to know about the stories of the empire of old.
My eyes say more of me than what you dare to say.
All I know of you is all the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter’s roar.

One day I’ll touch your soil.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.

Tell me all about my colour, my hair and my little feet
That have carried me every mile of the way.
Want to see your house, your streets. Show me all I do not know.
Wooden sampans, floating markets, light of gold.
All I know of you is the sights of war.
A film by Coppola, the helicopter’s roar.

One day I’ll touch your soil.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.

And Buddha’s made of stone watch over me
My dreams they lead me through the fields of rice
In prayer, in the light…I see my kin
I touch my tree, my roots,my begin

One day I’ll touch your soil.
One day I’ll finally know my soul.
One day I’ll come to you.
To say hello… Vietnam.
One day I’ll walk your soil

One day I’ll finally know my soul
One day I’ll come to you
To say hello…Vietnam
To say hello…Vietnam
To say xin chào… Vietnam.

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One more, as their parents, their brothers or just a Vietnamese. I’d like to say a profound thank you to Hanoi Club, Simon Chang, friends and everyone who’s supporting for the Kids Photo Project.
Son Doan.


Into the Darkness

Một chiều đông. Tomas đã quyết định thực hiện chuyến đi của mình, đi mãi đi mãi… đi hết đêm nhưng không thể xuyên qua cái bóng của nó. Thế giới đã không còn khái niệm ngày…