7.29.2020

無題71



先日、新宿に出掛けたときに身に付けていた純金のブレスレットがなくなったと、ふと気がついた。無事に旅立ったわけだし、良いことでもあるのだろうと前向きにしていたけれど、私の第六感が場所を教えてくれたので問い合わせをした。案の定、3階フロアに金のブレスレットの落としものがありましたとのことだった。無駄な能力を持ったためか、面倒半分で引き取りに出向き、皇居が望める千代田区のスタジオへ。人数が制限されたかなりの頻度で消毒が入る清々しいスタジオには, -you don’t have to say nothing-私が日頃進んで聴かない類の世間に広く流布しているキャッチーな有線が流れている。-Oh honey-, みんなが好きなものには理由があるんだよと聴かされているっぽい,-would you believe it-,ミーハー心に火がつくようなメロディーに適度な黄色い声援を送りながら、テストステロンのために物を言わぬ、今日も私は夏の日、夏気分。 -It's like the thing that I'll ever do- 

7.27.2020

Untilted 70




Here's a bright morning pouring sunlight into my room. And, the air touches on my skin, with plenty of water burned by the sun. It has a strong smell that keeps power to bring a season to different stages vigorously.


I think that summer will come again when its steamed steam grazes my nostrils.

A short summer like bubbles.




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This was the season of rainwater was like a thick fog, and the smell of raindrops against soils that grazed through nostrils and gave it a distinctive ambience that would be unforgettable in memories. Such a nostalgic, bewitching and mysterious time.The sound of pouring rain is an unconscious realm that was in abyss like a deep sea. It stimulated enthusiasm magically inside its secret that evolved little by little, steadily. Heavy rain at times was like fierce waves hitting a rock. Yet its strong belief was not easily broken, holding its heart like seeds dreaming underneath, metamorphosed into the mysterious power. 

As the soil that has accumulated a lot of rain is burned by the sun, the air sticks to the skin, that  will give off hot steam.

Everything is getting powerful and shapes anew or differently.





He who is a light 
Illuminates dark shadow, 
suddenly over the right shoulder.
or a reaper
tells the ending to make a new story.
He who is the charismatic
assures trusting the dreams, in them is hidden the gate to permanency, 
and when the earth shall possess the limbs,
shall it truly dance.





梅雨の間、水分をたっぷりと蓄えた土が太陽に燃やされ、空気が肌にまとわりつく感覚。

勢いよく違うステージに季節を連れ出すパワーを蓄えた濃度の濃い匂いの

蒸された水蒸気が鼻をかすめると、また夏が来るんだと察します。

儚く短い夏がまた