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You should choose. This is an extremely important selection.
You should choose. This is an extremely important selection.
I entered a satoyama. The sound of raindrops has become small. The leaves of trees seemed to be preventing rain. The satoyama was dark, and there was no person. I walked a little. There were bamboos. I saw the bamboos. The bamboos were standing upright. The straight line was pleasant. I was bitten by Mosquitoes.
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Reggae + essay. Reggaessay. I select this. Music that accompanies my daily life. Reggaessay. I hope my occasional thoughts is corresponding to your occasional thoughts.
I eat on Tatami. I read books on Tatami. I listen to musics on Tatami. I worry on Tatami. I cry on Tatami.
I always wake up in the middle of the night. I go to the kitchen. I draw my mouth to the faucet of water service. I drink water very very much. I return to the futon. I sleep. I always drink sake too much. I wish to express my gratitude peacefully.
I like Hemingway's short stories. I especially like "The Capital of the World". "Paco" is the hero's name. He dies suddenly. "Mutability". This is a familiar concept in the Japanese. Paco embodies this concept.
「Paco.M4V」Download I was sitting on the park bench. I was dimly looking at the plaza in the park. Children were playing in the plaza. Their shout of joys were heard. However, my feelings did not buoy up though it listened to their voices. Because I was completely crushed.
There was a cat in planting. The cat has slowly approached me. The cat pressed the body against the leg of the bench. After that, the cat pressed the body against my leg. I patted cat's body. I played for a while with the cat. Cat's body was warm.
I stood up, and, at last, made the park a back.
After it had passed for a while, I noticed.
I was comforted very much by that cat. What was that cat? Why has that cat approached me?
It was an old housing complex. Two men sat down in front of the entrance, and they were drinking sake. It was dim in the building. A lot of doors were queuing up. The building had been built beside the canal. Flowers were in blossom in the quay.
My moped was stopped to the entrance. I went up in stone steps. Trees grew thick. Ground was damp with rain that fell yesterday. The left side of the stairs was a graveyard. Stony towers were queuing up. The wind was strong. Flowers have scattered.
France. Le pays que j'aime. Vous avez le jugement splendide.
I wanted to wine. There was a garden of soil. Children were playing. Trees budded. There was a big roof. People were laughing. I wanted to wine.
My mother was hospitalized. She operated on her both legs. I went to the hospital to meet her. I took train. After that, I walked. The hospital was a skyscraper. Her sickroom was the 14th floor. I used the lift. She was lying in the bed. She saw me. "Welcome" she said. It had a big window. I saw houses in Yokohama City. There was a chimney in the coast. Smoke trailed to the wind.
Hello. Korea.
Hello. Friends in Seoul.
Your power wins to the difficulties.
Your cultures influence the world.
My important country.
You fell in our office. The witness thought. You are sure to get up at once. However, you did not get up. You were carried to the hospital. You were my superior. You were gentle to us. You were generous to us. We respected you. You were promoted. You attached to the heavy responsibility. You worked. And, you fell. Your blood pressure was high. You are in the hospital now.
I pray.
My chopsticks pick up.
Rice. Beans. Fish. Kimchi.
My chopsticks pick up.
The Reggae Music.
Liberal And Open Mind. What beautiful words! Liberal And Open Mind. It is my ideal.
The pier was deserted. The souvenir shops were opening. But, there was no guest. I went outside. And, I walked in a long passage. The sea was seen. Workers were working at the quay. Forklifts were moving about. The sea was a blackish color. I walked toward the edge. The wind was strong.
I regret. In my kitchen. In my bed. I regret. In my office. In a subway. I get drunk.
This is Hawaiian music. What a wonderful melody this is! Natives. Europeans. Asians. Their mixtures created a great culture. Mixture. It is correct.
In Japan, there are many workers of girls. Girls work. In offices. In supermarkets. In gas stations. Girls work. In airports. At factories. On the construction sites. Girls are intellectual. Girls are modest, and gentle. The girls' smiles comfort us. Girl's worker is a treasure of Japan.
THE MIGHTY DIAMONDS/RIGHT TIME, AUGUSTUS PABLO/NATURAL WAY, THE SPECIALS/TOO MUCH TOO YOUNG, CREATION REBEL/MOTHER DON'T CRY, KING JAMMY/SLENG TENG, BLACK UHURU/CHILL OUT, BOB MARLEY/400YEARS, UB40/BURDEN OF SHAME, MUTE BERT/SHONEN TIGER, THE POLICE/THE BED'S TOO BIG WITHOUT YOU, GREGORY ISAACS/LOVE ME WITH FEELING
I realize my weakness utterly. It is hard, but I must receive my weakness.
He was fired. He concealed it to his wife. He went out every day. He went to a park.
A leaf has fallen.
A cameraman was killed. To run after demonstrators with other soldiers after the cameraman had been shot, the soldier left. He was left on the road. Smoke drifted. Thus, our cameraman died. Thus, he died.
Overcrowded frame house. Bicycle thrown away. Vines twine. Magazine thrown away. A dirty photograph is laughing. The alley is quiet. Sadness comes and goes.
Yokohama. My hometown. Town in port that is. Freighters arrive. Cranes move. Containers are carried. Workers' sweats. Prayer. The night comes. Parks' benches. Homeless sleep. Yokohama. My hometown.
The world has been filled with sadness. If download of happiness is possible.
I run with an unsteady gait. I often fall down. I cry loudly. I watch.
This is a famous song of Okinawa. It is a very beautiful melody. My country used Okinawa. My country survived by the sacrifice of Okinawa. Everyone knows it. The song of Okinawa quietly convicts us.
Difficult reality. Difficult life. Jesus.
I do not like to kill the living thing. For instance, about the bee.
Hello USA. How are you? I send the greeting of the solidarity from Japan. Do not despair.
I gave it up. I am an unpleasant fellow. I am a hypocrite. However, I cannot mend my fault. Therefore, I can do nothing but admit I am a twicer. It began to rain.
The missile put on a kimono. The missile used lip rouge. The missile straightened a hairstyle. She stood in a wilderness. An evening sun shone on her. Modest bride.
Birds fly toward my country. A far-off north area. They come over from there. Birds make a file and it cuts wind and advances. The wings support bodies powerfully. The earth helps them by mysterious power. Birds cross an ocean. They recognize land. My island is their important perch
It is cost cutters that is the busiest in our country. They cut a cost and credit.
The people were gathering. The start was only one person. Gradually, the number of people has increased. Soon, the plaza was filled with people.
I shopped in Seven-Eleven. It was a magazine, sake, and natto that bought. I walked while reading a magazine when going out of the shop. Pinup girls promptly tempted me. I bent in an alley. I went up in stairs, and went over a city road. In addition, I went up in stairs. I went out to a parking lot. View opened it. A hill was seen in the front. A chimney of a crematory peeped from hill.
My heart was completely dirty. I took out, and looked at my heart. It was covered with dust. I put my heart in a washing machine. Incidentally, I put a sweatshirt and. I waited for washing to end while reading a newspaper. Birds were barking somewhere. My shirt and my heart became only wrinkles when dehydrating. I dried them under eaves. Winds shook them sometimes. The sky cleared up.
Dr. Muhammad Yunus. Nobel Peace Prize winner. His micro credit wars against poverty.
Hello, UK. How are you? I send greetings of a solidarity from Japan.
I own moped. It is made in Italy. The name is Ciao. I bought it ten years ago. I would repair it how many times so far. My moped is powerless. It cannot run fast. It cannot climb a steep slope. However, I like my moped. It is fine today. I step on my moped and will go to a central library. I will read a book about the world. Ciao, run cheerfully.
I was hospitalized. There was a tumor in my lungs. There was doubt of cancer. I was frightened. I despaired. I prayed. The doubt went away. I came back to society. I believed Jesus.
Worker's enemy. It is a capitalist and alcohol. Alcohol is a cheap heaven. I am ruled by alcohol. I am weak-willed.
I dried futons in front of my hut. I did to hang futons on the stick. Sunshiny shot it at futons. Futons' covers shone in white.
A middle-aged woman happened to pass. She halted.
'What time is it now?' she asked me.
I saw my wristwatch.
'It is two o'clock' I answered.
'Two o'clock?' she inclined her neck.
'It is' I answered.
'The angle of the sun is different' she asked me. 'Is it true?'
I saw the wristwatch again.
'Yes' I answered.
She ducked her shoulder. She left.
I got that way. I returned to my hut. I saw clock.
It was not two o'clock.
Time was ten o'clock.
I saw my wristwatch again.
Time was ten certain o'clock.
I mistook the clock.
I was not a child.
Everything became uncertain.
Dogs in the world bark. I hear a sound trailing a chain. I hear footsteps. It is the unpleasant sound that body hair stands on end. People shut themselves up in a house, and there is it expectantly. Footsteps pass by before long.