2017年11月15日
The Lion Sleeps Tonight
Not learn her lesson again, wanting to join hands with me, a girl is.
On Kewaizaka a sloping road, to be put down over there, a parasol is.
Only black key, lick and suck, playing in C major.
After yawning, to slouch, and greet in excessively polite.
The sad news to be told, scissors falls down, and stick on the floor.
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2017年11月08日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 289th. week
After five minutes, the bell finished to ring, who the criminal.
An object capable of attracting spirits also, to be reduced to ashes it's said, a vampire does.
A son like his father, to set a meal set before him, to bear up.
Also cold wintry wind, on back of her hand to count on the fingers, November has come.
Miso soup gets cold, one piece of wheat gluten, to increased volume.
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2017年11月01日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 288th. week
Dinosaur and tanks, in a straight line. the king has gone,
By pouring rain, of the people come to pick up them, their umbrellas like puckering up the lips.
After having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being tapped my shoulder. Or, after having draft beer, to wipe my mouth, being told no longer necessary.
In a court, to sweat, two of them just only.
To do a staring contest, of my frequent rest room, at the back door.
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2017年10月27日
Que Sera
the song "Que Sera" from the album "Live By The Words
you can read the texts inspired by
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2017年10月25日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 287th. week
On a podium, rests stand in line, to turn red with anger.
Behind closed doors, two of my secrets, having lost.
To tarnish my own twilight years, how much is it worth, to catch at a straw.
Of the urethra, on the endless road, to walk down the same road.
On the back of a sheep, Of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring. Or, to load a sheep, of Chieko laughing, the bells also ring.
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2017年10月18日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 286th. week
On October, to wash the rain, a rainbow getting wet.
A purple moon, to come up because of, trying to fugitive.
On the beach, for a woman to see him off, the flowers come out. Or, on the beach, for a woman to see him off, flower fence are there.
Under the paper moon, far away, Asian royal fern grows.
On the beach wind, by the girls swinging their tits, being shaken down.
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2017年10月11日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 285th. week
To be completely beaten, after bathing, eaten as sliced and pickled octopus.
To blow my nose, a empty sprayer, hovering in the skies.
For my handkerchief, to remains of this summer, because of your collarbones.
To our final farewell, in the name of, telling a lie each other.
In spite of, to default on his debt, to be loved all the more.
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2017年10月04日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 284th. week
Three days ago, to turn my back to the witch, to yearn for her.
To start for the loo, down the long passage,to the other side.
Even autumn rain drizzles, two frogs are, a disgrace to.
Hearing sound of stewing, warming the vessel containing it in hot water by, warped red chopsticks are.
On her chin, to look for a mole, loose hairs swing.
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2017年09月27日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 283rd. week
Raining it ceases raining, your feeling to play truant, it's not that I understand.
Swaying to sway, no raven chirping, clothes hangers are.
Making a bow, to paint the lily, miso soup you have.
On drinking water, the clothing for the witch, dead stock it is.
To retaliate against, and after shaving are, different kinds from same root.
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2017年09月20日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 282nd. week
To a soprano singer, on the edge of her little finger, leather clothing put.
To make there no rambling, in the beginning, to make the heaven and the earth.
A woman in monochrome, to walk along with, under vermillion sunset.
To indicate, I'm charging me, while sitting down on my heels.
My middle finger is, to wondering over and over, on the edge of your belly button.
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2017年09月13日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 281st. week
On the tube, both of two girls, falling love I'm.
Sailing off the coast of, of crocodile, a child wearing leather made from.
Evening has come, I got three, five examinations left.
In a crevice, between a piece of potato and, vermilion you can find.
Of bottle gourd, on an opposite side of the room, the shadow can reach.
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2017年09月06日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 280th. week
With my right‐hand man, to the other side of La Seine, to across.
With their children, putting on up the stairs, dogs food.
A warning is, sounding a mild day, on Sunday.
With her teeth black a married woman, and the tongue over there, smiling a friendly.
The Summer has gone, an odor of mold runs, the days also.
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2017年08月30日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 279th. week
Of Pont Mirabeau, a posthumous child, to see yesterday.
Against the moon with his back, on his tiptoes running, a male goes.
Putting on aslant, grilled meat balls on three sticks, so lonely it seems.
To have turned a blind eye to, with her fingers, ahead a cigar.
A solution to there is, of an utter stranger, on the canvas.
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2017年08月23日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 278th. week
A woman cries, a telegraph pole bending, and shakes.
A movie director does, to hold his camera, grow grow grow bigger he cries.
At the early evening in this summer, to peel a plaster off, it licks there.
The party's over, on the opposite lane, a bus goes.
Also no umbrella I have, thunder rolls, free time I get.
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2017年08月16日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 277th. week vol. 2
Five persons there are, me and Osamu, and others.
A cockatoo chirps, a play within a play it takes, to favorable to me
Foaming white breakers, a girl who forget to outbloom, the lovely scarlet florists’ daisy she is.
Of younger her sister, to carry on my back, to get something off her chest.
To become a promoted silver, in the shade of a big tree, a one-eyed kid there is.
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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 277th. week vol. 1
Of common beans, to peel off the skin, running away without our seeing.
By fortune-telling on the street, forgetting to smile, without her face because of.
On sixth anniversary of his death, knowing when to quit, praised I am.
How hItting the mark it is, his left hand's shivering, to apply eyewash to.
Rescheduled in case of rain, even if it's not, the same case comes.
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2017年08月09日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 276th. week
Playing peekaboo, toward the tip of it's leash, a dog disappeared.
One of the pigs, by it's right forepaw, siesta it has.
At a long stretch of, only alone left behind, how funny face she has.
On the waterline of, to foam the waves, like a merrymaking it is.
On the end of this month, starting with, in bed a sexual performer.
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2017年08月02日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 275th. week
So lonely, holding my guitar, tight as a girl.
My enthusiasm to be killed by, to support softly, for my breaking off.
Two singers there are, their heels to be adjacent to each other, comparing their heights.
Today again, at the castle in Spain, a fool alone.
On the boat, only a skewer of chicken breast, left alone.
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2017年07月26日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 274th. week
Of a base of the tongue, within a day or two, showing his two-faced.
Put up their umbrellas, forming a line, on Jigokubashi (a bridge to the hell).
When the wind blowing, on a denim sleeve, red wrinkles there are.
Folding origami, to make the word "No" (it means hesitation), to put in the fire.
Typhoon has come, with a knife, a woman standing in her hand.
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2017年07月19日
Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 273rd. week
At short summer night, like an Un-Sleeping Beauty, I am.
On your legs, as a frog, some electrodes putting on.
Innocence what is, putting yellow t-shirts, children are laughing.
On day before yesterday, my hairline along the neck short, on the boat.
The man a scar on his forehead, a bar tungsten made of, it's cool in his mouth.
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