2013年09月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 72nd. week

Between a pair of pails, a pair of shoes has left by.
My cooling off in the summer evening, with sashimi garnish, and some bullets. Or, My cooling off in the summer evening alone, because of just been rejected from them.
Cicadas are buzzing, and I wonder why only my lips thirsty.
Looking frogs in the well, and laughing, some of them be exiled to a desert island does.
"Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto", at a first time, to taste sands.

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2013年08月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 71st. week

Or gegaki, or gekisya, or gekigaka, which is it?
[Gegaki means to write down sutras by hand in summer ango, a three-month period of intense training for students of Zen Buddhism. Gekisya means the photography series shooting female models by Kishin Shinoyama. Gekiga means one of the cartoon style, which is drown dramatic and serious, and writer of gekiga called as Gekiga-ka.]
At Suzugamori, where in Edo period a place of execution there was, ravens call and we can here the sounds of geta, his pair of.
Only blockheads are left, no blossoms are scattering, fall of the capital.
Sabu says, it can't take only five minutes to stand it.
At the north wing in this airport, it is always a rainy day when I come here, to say good-bye.

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2013年08月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 70th. week

To clear out a ditch, a few bones you may find.
One carton of condoms with a konjac gel and a cucumber in the shopping cart. Or, as a contraceptive device, a konjac gel and a cucumber in the shopping cart.
Asked about my alibi, whether or not, "slightly out of focus".
To correct a manuscript, Une Vie, an inkstone case to put in.
On a sheet of tissue paper, just a short note to tell you, licking my ink brush. Or, on a sheet of tissue paper, just a short note to tell you, lick my ink brush, please.

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2013年08月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 69th. week

The puppet government prepared their substitutes and got out of. Or, a puppet ordered extra noodle and got out of.
Taking my bandage off, here, I disappear.
In this summer, if a shichirin, Japanese movable cooking stove with a rentan, Japanese coal briquettes I have, for me it is easy to give up.
"La persistencia de la memoria" is just a real landscape, "96 Degrees In The Shade", today it is.
Even if I died, it smells from my rotten body though, going back to my home town.

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2013年08月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 68th. week

"No longer be termed postwar" otherwise, today will be the day.
Taking care of no being kicked by, on the bed, to wipe a sole of her feet.
Only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, throw to the stage, your bunches of flowers. Or, only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, still less on the stage.
In the afterglow, a ping echoing to, mourning to the Jupiter.
In my body also, a plastic bag of the convenience store, in which welsh onions there are.

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2013年07月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 67th. week

Data damaged, to be at a loss how to recall, so phrases lost.
Even if being called her name, no necessary to have waited to 100 years, to change as her triumphal song.
"Let's toss for it, heads or tails" as soon as saying it, he runs out.
We should settle expenses, but it is difficult for us to do, we are so manly.
Five minutes and you're almost, shouting and shouting, 70 years old he's over.

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2013年07月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 66th. week

A manager of the shop, wearing and unbecoming a happi, a Japanes livery coat, to raise himself up to.
On a a bench, having licked some potato chips, a cat gets hot.
Some escape from a hen house, in this situation, not suitable for using the word "A Chicken-race".
A child falls to the ground, so unexpected and unfortunately, we should work gutter-cleaning.
Finished to come and eat, to put her head on one side, a female mantis does.

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2013年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 65th. week

By her sweat muddy, bathing no bath, with her perfume.
The putting a bowl on her head, a hyoutan-tsugi, a gourd with patchworks, bitting at.
An arm floating, a corpse of lotus is it, couldn't see Claude Monet.
To knit a ridge stitch, to eat a dream.
A drop of her sweat, running along straitly, le grand ecart.

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2013年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 64th. week an addendum

A child of the fly, repeating purification of the six roots and climbing her brow shaped like Mt. Fuji.
Under blazing sun, good times and bad times we have, by emergency medical service.
By my sleeve under, to wipe sweat away and fart. Or, for money passed under the table, to sweat and make efforts, he farts.
Two women, at another stage wing, to quarrel with each other.
In this summer, to just bake in roast, three pigs in this house.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 64th. week

Need to help one more right hand, on odd-numbered month.
Tiger! Tiger! Could you put yourself in the leopard's place?
Had my back hair cut very short, on the nape of my neck, running with sweat.
At the eight bridge, crossing nine times, on 7th. July.
On a patch of paper should be broken and thrown away, no praying for rain.

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2013年07月03日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 63rd. week

Hit or not hit, hands and feet moving very hard, like cartoons by Yasuji and Fujio.
On childhood's end. to bury a yo-yo, it rains.
Also you are a changeling, must be, to be talked and given a bottle of One-cup from him.
In a big area of strong electoral support for, the other side of the bridges, be caught in a shower.
Putting on lipstick, and waiting at the bus-stop, the last days for women.

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2013年06月26日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 62nd. week

To feel under pressure, but can't do what to want to do, only watching the percentage of it increasing.
Bouncing your ball, heads in my sleeve, for using a few.
Like a punishment being exiled to an island, we don't expect you on our department as playing red rover.
A stomach band for a kid, if he get off his costume, to look fierce a person inside a cartoon body suit, maybe.
By a wisdom tooth, to be swollen, it's a chance for my diet, I think. Or, my parents don't know, to be swollen my cock, to put up with.

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2013年06月19日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 61st. week vol. 2

All night long, grumbling about something or other, an aedes flies.
Children of whitebait to be reproachful, being an active leader of it is. Or, a child of the albino's to be reproachful, being an active leader of it is.
A rib, to break and hear the sound of, 80% full in charge.
In my dream, the woman where I see, sings the blues with hew sorrow.
Drive a fly away, with an air of innocence, to get on a cuspidor.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 61st. week vol. 1

On my rotten body, to be infested with insects and picked up a flower by them, I wonder.
Though you stare at, unavoidable this is the reason why, be seized with a cramp in your calf.
A penniless, a fool, and a reckless he is. Or, Having no money, stupidly he is, having no guns.
A child grins, so the azure-winged magpie is a fool.
For two grown‐ups, problems of factorization, being able not to solve in a while.

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2013年06月12日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 60th. week vol. 3

An adhesive plaster is come off and a scar stares at me from there.
To the Mediterranean Sea, to stuff our mouths with pastas under the sea.
No different then as now, only to be bewildered, her secret box is there.
On the ocean current, to entrust my wife who has gone, I'm in absent-minded.
Though some birds are tweeting, be narrow-minded it is, koeda chocolates you eat.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 60th. week vol. 2

On a lover's quarrel, to forgive and forget, because a baby there is. Or, on a lover's quarrel, to flow by water, a baby has gone.
Baked clams, the sounds of wings how putting a damper on, by a horse-fly colored rainbow.
Stream to the garden, on a dipper not to be weaken, a snail is there.
A Noppera-bo, a ghost has flat face without eyes and mouth, how to eat I wonder, in a bowl of mujina-soba, buckwheat noodles with tempura batter and deep-fried tofu.
A girl waiting someone for, in a paper lantern goes out, sounds of wooden clogs come here.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 60th. week vol. 1

On singing a cappella, checking chord by fingers, C# is it okay.
To eat and sleep, to sleep and eat, with a stray cat.
On her tits, "Les rosiers dans la vallee", Like Nico Robin does.
Where he came from, I don't know, a child I take a walk with.
A shop closed, running out on it's face, having left in the rain because of.

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2013年06月05日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 59th. week Reptilia

On a rainy night, it crawls along the eaves and falls down toward me.
With an eye bandage, the one of those which coiling on themselves, crawling out from.
Under a mosquito net, two pillows are there, and some scales of a snake I find.
By the tongue torn two-way, caressed in the dark. Or, by the tongue torn two-way, giving me cunnilingus on the dark place.
Finally on looking back, I'm left alone, where a reptilia has gone I wonder. Or, on looking back, I stand alone, me a reptilia.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 59th. week vol. 2

An elderly unmarried woman, a middle‐aged virgin, and a tomboy.
Be bloodstained, perfume from beddings, and smells yours on.
Dreamt in a midsummer night, how it happened this is, a changeling belongs to of which.
Where he'll go, to carry a puppet on his back, putting an end to the incident.
The Fly he is, his family background is trustworthy exactly for us. Or, the Fly he is, growing from a maggot, it's trustworthy exactly for us.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 59th. week vol. 1

A wind chime, and two hips cleaning with clothes on the floors, the sounds I hear.
For mitsumame, a mixture of gelatin cubes, boiled beans, and fruit topped with molasses, throwing the spoon, having enjoyed this dish it means. Or, for mitsumame, a mixture of gelatin cubes, boiled beans, and fruit topped with molasses, give something up as hopeless, and the stomach is full.
Though they sing together, he does not dare join to, Gama Sen-nin, it means a xian of toad.
To try to do again, by her tongue in the mouth, to tie up a stem of cherries. Or, to try to swindle, to win him over by power of eloquence, like to tie up a stem of cherries in her mouth.
The hand made from lead, should I affirm or not, under radioactivity.

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