11.23.2019

無題56


When I smell an incense stick, O-Senko, I remember a piano room and my piano lesson memory.
The piano room was laid with smooth lustrous carpet like velour of deep dark brown, and there was Buddhist household altar in that room.
Once a week, our teacher Reiko who graduated from Tokyo University of the Arts is known to be top music department in Japan, as my relative piano teacher so came up and taught to all cousin and sister of mine. She called us like Russian roulette one after another in turns, and taught piano in the room with a smell of Agarwood that is kind of a subdued ambience. When I entered the piano room, I started to lift a seat of the liftable chair at first and sat down next to teacher.
Just like a sound of her name - by a note I feel in Japanese -, she had a very clean appearance that was kind of amazing as scared at the same time but really thankful about that in awe. Her fingers touching keyboard were very white, very very slender and very very very long. It haunts my memory as little homage to girlhood. It was my classic discipline, classic stuff is a big discipline more or less, for that domestic tuneful education with such a mentor. It seems to me that might not be making the good about it at all. But when I am knocking counts of choreographies, that could be secretly reminding me not to lose the counts, dancing notes and the pitch with her high-pitched voice - maybe she majored in vocal music at the university-  and her beautiful fingers and her face which was looking at a musical score as seen from the side place where I sat in the seat of adjustable piano chair.
My piano lesson memory. Of course, theres loving everything. 




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11.22.2019

無題55


One autumnal morning having a rain shower, every drop of water heading over to the winter.
Leaves that fell in love with the summer sun, regenerate joy and change color into Amber.
Sasanqua and Camellia japonica putting on autumn frost, wear transparent velvets. 
A chilly and gentle breeze having a little dampness, strokes my cheeks in such a magnificent and flourishing world.

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一雨一雫、冬へと向かう雨の中の秋の朝。
夏の太陽と恋に落ちた木々の葉は、再び生きる喜びを見出して飴色に変わり、
秋霜が降りた山茶花や椿は、透明なビロードをまとう。
悠然と拡大する豊かな世界で、ほんの少し湿り気を帯びた冷たく穏やかな風が、私の頬を撫でます。


以下、次回のショーのお知らせです

日時:11月30日(土)20:30〜、21:30〜
場所:東京都港区西麻布3-1-20 Dear西麻布 1階 東京メトロ日比谷線、六本木駅出口『1C』より徒歩3分です。六本木通り、セブンイレブンの隣のエジプト料理屋です。  電話:03-6844-8208
★お越しの際は、お店に直接、お席のご予約をお願いします。
★ショーのチャージはございません。ご飲食代のみ。
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11.17.2019

無題54


家の近くの花屋が、昨年火災に見舞われてから、我が家は花の供給不足である。

家業を継いだと思われる中年過ぎの見るからに駄目そうな人たらしの店主は、ご近所のマダム達に、お兄ちゃんという愛称で可愛がられていた。

店主は大抵、客の私が思わず、大丈夫ですかと、声をかけざるに負えない顔色をしていた。
ほぼ無意識にそのような言動を喚起させる店主は、商売っ気が一切なく、これだけあれば幸せになれるでしょうと、ほぼ卸の値段じゃないかと思われる価格で薔薇を売ってしまっていた。
私の好きな花が入荷しているときは、無料で花をよくいただいたものだった。
破格で購入できてありがたいのだが、問屋は同じであろう北口にある花屋より、
なぜか格段に持ちが悪く、すぐに萎えてしまうところもまたその店主の顔を思い出させた。そしてまた通ってしまうという魔力は、店主の独特な商才なのだろう。

ある冬の朝、ものすごいサイレンの音がした。
昼過ぎのレッスンに急ぎ足で向かう途中、花屋が丸焦げだった。
なじみの景色の火災現場は、衝撃的だ。
まだ煙が立ち込んでいた店の前で、いつもの調子でヨタヨタと歩く、足取りが不安定な店主を見かけることができた。
命に別条はない事を確認できて、私は一安心しレッスンをした。
帰り道、再び店を通ったとき、気の毒そうに思った常連のマダム達が、店主のお兄ちゃんに日用品のおすそ分けなどを渡していた。

大切なのは、花も人も愛されることだ。

花の周りは水が多いのにも関わらず、ほぼ全焼に近い派手な火災に見舞われていたその花屋は、営業を再開することなく、現在コインパーキングになっている。


以下、次回のショーのお知らせです。↓

日時:11月30日(土)20:30〜、21:30〜
場所:東京都港区西麻布3-1-20 Dear西麻布 1階 東京メトロ日比谷線、六本木駅出口『1C』より徒歩3分です。六本木通り、セブンイレブンの隣のエジプト料理屋です。  電話:03-6844-8208
★お越しの際は、お店に直接、お席のご予約をお願いします。
★ショーのチャージはございません。ご飲食代のみ。
詳細は↓ Nefertiti (ネフレティティ) ホームページ www.nefertititokyo.com



My place is being insufficient supply of flowers since a neighborhood flower store was hit by fire last year. 


A florists owner who seemed to be inherited his family business, might be over middle age, looked kind of loose-guy, and was treated kindly by neighborhood madams who might have known him from his tender age.

The owner looked pale usually. I could not help without saying ''Are you all right?'', was almost unconsciously evoked such behaviors.
He looked not willing to do good business so much, was selling roses by that seemed almost a wholesale price as he said you could be happy with this much. I was often given by free gift when there was my loved flowers.
I was very thankful that I was able to purchase it at a casual price as surprising rate, but it was easily withered than a florist at the north entrance which a wholesaler would be the same, it was much worse and quickly lost its energy, that reminded me of the owner's face.

And the magical power made me haunted of coming again for the reason, would be the shopkeeper's unique merchandising skill.


One winter morning, there was a terrific noise of siren. 
Id been going to a studio on my way for my afternoon lesson, that shop had been on fired.
It was a shock that outbreak on fire of its place where I became used to seeing quite often.
There was still smoky around. And, in front of the shop I confirmed the shop's owner who walked with groggy beats in the usual condition of his normal manner with unstable footsteps.
Since I was able to know his life not in danger, I got a relief to do a lesson as usual.
When I went passing again there on my way back, madams were sorry about him and worried, and handed over daily necessities which seemed to be usable immediately to their sonny.

It is much very important to be loved, for flowers and human as well.


Supposed, a shop where flowers and ornamental plants were placed, there would be plenty of water around in general, nevertheless that flower shop where was almost burned down by a flashy fire and now became a parking lot without resuming business.



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I will be performing next time 30th in this month November in Tokyo at Nishiazabu
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