Lire plusAinsi continuait de s’écouler la nuit qu’elle ne cessait de rêver, elle, la Yukiko des longs cheveux noirs aux reflets de ténèbres.
Lire plusI am the only American in this bar.
Everybody else is Japanese.
(reasonable / Tokyo)
I speak English.
They speak Japanese.
(of course)
They try to speak English. It’s hard.
I can’t speak Japanese. I can’t help.
We talk for a while, trying.
Then they switch totally to Japanese
for ten minutes.
They laugh. They are serious.
They pause between words.
I am alone again. I’ve been there before
in Japan, America, everywhere when you
don’t understand what somebody is
talking about.
Lire plusI’m depressed,
haunted by melancholy
that does not have a reflection
nor cast a shadow.
12,000,000 people live here in Tokyo.
I know I’m not alone.
Others must feel the way
I do.
Lire plusWhen dreams wake
life ends.
Then dreams are gone.
Life is gone.
Lire plus[…] Umbrellas have always been a mystery to me because I can’t understand why they appear just before it starts to rain.
[…] Do the umbrellas know that it is going to rain? because I know that people don’t know. The weatherman says that it will rain tomorrow but it doesn’t and you don’t see a single God-damn umbrella. Then the weatherman says that it will be a sunshiny day and suddenly there are umbrellas everywhere you look, and a few moments later, it starts raining like hell.
Who are these umbrellas?