Naked Reggae
I run with unstable steps. I often fall down. I cry loudly. I watch..
I run with unstable steps. I often fall down. I cry loudly. I watch..
Hello, UK. How are you? I send greeting of our solidarity from Japan.
My mother was hospitalized. She operated for both legs. I went to the hospital to meet her. I took a train. After that, I walked. The hospital was a skyscraper. There was her sickroom in the 14th floor. I used the lift. She lay in a bed. She saw me. "Welcome" she said. There was a big window behind her. I saw small houses. I saw chimneys. Smoke flew in the wind.
Dr. Muhammad Yunus. He is Nobel Peace Prize winner. His micro credit wars against poverty.
You fell in our office. Witnesses thought. You will get up immediately. However, you did not get up. You were carried to a hospital. You were our superior. You were gentle to us. You were generous to us. We respected you. You were promoted. You undertook hard works. You worked. And, you fell. Your blood pressure was high. You are in the hospital. I pray..
Overcrowded frame houses. Bicycles thrown away. Vines twine. Magazines thrown away. The girls laugh in the salacious photographs. The alley is quiet. Our sorrows comes and goes.
I managed to endure it in daytime. However, I was painful in it at night. I have thought about my tumor size. And, I was not able to sleep. I was listening to my radio all night long. When fear rose, I erected oneself, and prayed. It was long at night in the hospital.
Birds fly toward my country. A far-off north area. They come over from there. The birds make a file and they cut wind and advances. The wings support the bodies powerfully. The earth helps them by the mysterious power. The birds cross an ocean. They find a land. The island where I live in is their important perch.
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 bad man. It began to rain.
Yokohama. My hometown. The town with a port. Freighters arrive. Cranes move. Containers are carried. Workers' sweats. Prayer. Night comes. Parks' benches. Homelesses sleep. Yokohama. My hometown.
A cameraman was killed. To run after demonstrators with other soldiers after the cameraman had been shot, the soldier left. He was left on a road. Smoke drifted. Thus, our cameraman died. Thus, he died.
I own a 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 the moped. It is fine today. I step on the moped and will go to the central library. I will read books about the world. Ciao, run cheerfully.
It was an old house synthesis building. Two men were sitting in front of the entrance. They were drinking sake. It was dark in the building. I saw a lot of doors. The building was by a canal. Flowers were in blossom in the quay.
I always wake up at midnight. I go to the kitchen. I put my mouth to the faucet. I drink a lot of water. I return to futon. I sleep. I always drink alcohol too much.
It was a reluctant story.
Hello, USA. How are you? I send a greeting of a solidarity from Japan. Do not despair.
The tree under a hill scattered many petals.
The missile put on a kimono. The missile used a lip rouge. The missile tidied own hair. She stood in the wilderness. The evening sun shone on her. She was a modest bride.
Worker's enemies. Those are capitalists and alcohol. Alcohol is a cheap heaven. I am ruled by alcohol. I have a flabby will.
Difficult reality. Difficult life. Jesus.
Reggae + essay.
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.
I was sitting on the bench in a park. I was dimly looking at the plaza in the park. Children were playing in the plaza. Their shout of joy were heard. But, my feelings did not buoy up. Because I was completely crushed.
There was a cat in grass. The cat has slowly approached me. The cat pressed his body against the leg of the bench. After that, the cat pressed the body against my legs. I patted cat's body. I played for a while with the cat. Cat's body was warm. I was comforted by that cat.
I stood up, and left the park.
I noticed it later.
What was that cat? Why has that cat approached me?
I dried futons in front of my hut. I hung futons on a stick and put them up highly. The sun lighted 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 certainly ten o'clock.
I mistook the clock.
I was not a child.
Everything became uncertain.
I sat on a bench in a park. I took out a book from my backpack. It was short story collections of Hemingway. I read them. In the park, there were a seesaw, a jungle gym, and a slide. In the park, there was ginkgo trees. Their leaves had fallen on ground. Sky was blue. Sunlight hit me. It was comfortable. I felt happiness. World was in Recession.
I want to have courage. It is courage that resists a new trend.
I want to move forward.
The other way from you.
If you become naked.
Streetlights shine. I walk with plastic bags. I have to eat something.
An old woman had sat down on stairs. Sandals of one of the two were at the end of stairs.
I picked up the sandal and put on her leg side.
I asked. 'Are you OK?'
She smiled.
I tried to make her stand. Her body was heavy.
'I am OK' she said . 'I am going to crawl'
It was a warm day. Her white hair was beautiful.
And the place at which we arrived was the valley of the shadow of death.
I live with caesium-137.
A midget appeared from my microwave oven. He said. 'A convenient life is great, Isn't it?'
Caution! crash cymbal.
But she is not anywhere.
My father disappeared. He opened a door calmly and left. Because it was midnight, The entrance hall was dark. There was the fragrance of a sandalwood. One day I lay in a field. I turned over on my back and watched the sky. Clouds floated. The clouds moved.
A goat went down a slope slowly and disappeared.
A man showed me a map.
I hear songs of sparrows. I sob.
I like JB.
I think about Miles Davis.
A train occupied my field of vision.
Share Health Care.
Mitsuko likes to look at old pictures.
He made a speech in Prague.
This is Hemingway's short story. Nick meets two men at a cleared land near a railroad.
Anyone has the rights.
The river carried me. The water took me to an unexpected place. And, I met him.
Men talk. Mustaches grow in their faces. Their words transform themselves into sand. The sand is blowin' in the wind.
They come back on that night. Uncles who died come back. Brothers who died come back. Father and mother who died come back. We are filled with nostalgia. Our party. When we dance, they also dance.
I hung up earlier than you.
Trains stop also today. Because someone committed suicide. Passengers wait for the departure. They manipulate cell phones. They play games. They do usually so. We became rich. However, we do not understand what we lost. Cuba. Far country.
I look like a donkey.
I should do the challenge to my sensibility.
Ramens warmed me. Ramens comforted me. I should drink tasting the soup. Noises of the world was always heard.
Dresses remained unsold. Kawaii was fired. It becomes impossible for Kawaii to pay the rental of her apartment. Kawaii sold her jewels. Kawaii sold her bags. Kawaii disposed of her dogs. However, Kawaii was not able to pay the rental of the apartment. Kawaii used the Web. Kawaii got to know a man. Kawaii went to his room. A small bed was there. Kawaii was crying a little when he tightened her neck. Afterwards, kawaii slipped from the bed and dropped.
I entered a satoyama. Sounds of raindrops has become small. Leaves of trees seemed to be preventing the rain. The satoyama was dark, and there was no person. I walked a little. There were bamboos. I saw the bamboos. They were standing upright. The straight line was pleasant. I was bitten by mosquitoes.
I Cannot Endure Them Any Longer. Will you be also so?
Colors will mix each other.The colors will show us new beauty.
You should choose. This is an extremely important selection.
There is a river under a highway. The river is near to a river mouth. The streamflow stops. A surface of the river projects a bridge girder under the highway. Images shake. Nightfall came. They become dark. And all disappears..
It was a small park. A lot of weeds have grown. There was a bench. I sat. I drank sake. Trashes had been scattered in the park. There were empty PET bottles. There were empty boxes of cigarettes. And, I was there. I drank sake in a surreptitious manner. There was a dog. It was a dog made of plastic. It was a seesaw. The dog was shutting the single eye. The dog was laughing. I drank sake. Bats were flying..
I left my office earlier than usual. I took a train. I got off the train. I bought sake. There was a park near the station. There were no one there. I sat on a bench. I drank sake. The park was wide. The sun was shining on the ground. I drank sake. A day nursery was seen. It was quiet. I drank sake. An elderly person showed up. He went across the park slowly..
Dogs all over the world bark. We hear the sounds who drag chains. We hear the sounds of footsteps. We shut ourselves up in our houses. We wait. The footsteps will pass soon.
This is a Hawaiian music. What the beautiful melody! Natives. Europeans. Asians. Their mixtures created great cultures. Mixture. It is correct.
It is cost cutters that is the busiest in our country. They cut costs and credits.
In Japan, there are many workers of girl. Girls work. In offices. In supermarkets. In gas stations. Girls work. In airports. At factories. On construction sites. Girls are intellectual. Girls are modest, and gentle. The girls' smiles comfort us. Girl's workers are a treasure of Japan..
My chopsticks pick up. Rice. Beans. Fish. Kimchi. My chopsticks pick up. Reggae music.
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 did shopping in Seven-Eleven. I bought a magazine and sakes and fermented soybeans. I read the magazine while walking. The pinup girls tempted me immediately. I entered an alley. I went up stairs and crossed a municipal road. I went up a stairs. I came to a parking lot. I arrived at a high place. There was a hill forward. A chimney of a crematory was peeped into from the hill.
I regret. In the kitchen. On my bed. I regret. In my office. In subways. I get drunk.
A pier was deserted. 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 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.
In a plaza, there was only one person. People have increased gradually. And, the plaza was filled with the People.
"Liberal and open mind" What beautiful words! "Liberal and open mind" They are my ideals.
Hello, Korea. Hello, Friends in Seoul. Your power will overcome difficulties. Your cultures influence the world. Korea. My important country..
The world is filled with sorrows. If the download of happiness is possible..
This is a famous song of Okinawa. It is the 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.
France. The country which I like. You make right decisions.
My heart was completely dirty. I took out, and looked at my heart. It was covered in dusts. 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 screaming somewhere. Washing was over. My shirt and heart became wrinkled. I dried them under eaves. Winds shook them sometimes. The sky cleared.
My name is H.Kobayashi. I was born in 1958. I am a retired person. In my house, Yokohama, Japan. I like reggae. I make it. My music is Orient-like and danceable. It is very individual. Listen to my music.