Author of quotes: Chuya Nakahara

tears are no longer from love ...

Who will hear her?

These are the cervical vertebrae

Hidden in the fire.

In the haze the evening sun will flash to me,
Factory siren like,
Sharp, gentle... I stand at the end.
I'd rather wait a bit here.
Tired on the road, tired,
I would have gone to the place - if only! -
In the country that has become a haze...
Red smoke that comes from the chimney.

Lips open, I interfere with the crowd,
Empty in her heart - no sorrow, no evil?
My head is a lump of earth (is there something wrong here?).
Now I'll sing: la-la-la.
Wet gunpowder of a lonely self,
The Affairs of Our Ancestors and Trade Affairs
Dissolve in the wet lights of the lantern.
That night I will sing: la-la-la.

Starched collars.

There is nothing in the blue sky,
There is no place for birds or thoughts,
Even resin droplets light
This afternoon it becomes clean.
There's something in the blue sky,
It's a sultry beauty in the sky naked,
And sunflower - hardened nuts can not be counted -
He lifts his shaggy head.

The cold wind will suddenly ask.

There are flowers in a deep dream.

It was a cold, dank day ...

All the stream in the distance gurgled.

Only waves walk there.

This is what an empty soul cries about.