Dont know where to start to talk about
Unconsciously
Time elapses Fastly
Just emerge
and soon disappear
Only a little left in mind
of the topics we used to chat about
As you are really beautiful
So dont say that
you only like my sincerity
Dont say more please
In the dusk of we two
rain stops
That day
that time
that place
If I can’t meet Saki Mikami
We
will never
be the two ones
that know each other
Please don’t (more…)

The first time I visited Paris, I had just turned 18. I remember vigorously walking the streets and feeling a connection with the city and its inhabitants that I could not explain. Every part of old Paris held something very dear, and every brasserie that looked like it had been there forever somehow seemed very familiar.

Frenchmen sitting in cafes and drinking their espressos had an air of peacefulness and assertiveness around them. No one appeared to be in a rush. As I sat among the madams and messieurs, enjoying each bite of my baguette while observing the crowd that slowly moved in front of me, I couldn’t help but ask myself: what was so special about Paris?

Was it the culture, so readily apparent in every square, every narrow street and every corner? Was it the architecture, which I grew up with and could so easily relate to? Or was it that life in Europe was so different from life in the U.S.? (more…)

The Veronicas-In Another Life
I have known you my whole life
When you were ten you said you’d make me your wife
And eight years later you won me over just as
I took the world on my shoulders (more…)