wouldn't it be nice, to be able to meet you again?
as though you have not changed since then;
those same cheeks and those small dreamy eyes,
revealing though a huge interest in that poor plastic straw.
Perhaps, this time, this place,
I could see through those eyes and guess accurately what you could be thinking,
this time, this place.
that time, that place,
I wished I could have hanged on to them,
motto motto, mousukoshi unsere Zeit,
together. longer.

时间，短，断。

你不再是你，我不再是我。你是你，我是我。

tabun.
若しかすると?

language is a barrier to the inner depths of consciousness.
that which is always an irony: to express with the fear of being misunderstood.

maybe.

I'm listening to Homenaje a Martha Valdés.

Difference is not the repetition of loss.
Difference should not be the reason for conflict.
Difference should be the reason why love triumphs all.

gentle breeze, the night sky, earth is not alone, with the moon, and the stars, across the universe, so alone and not alone, each shining not because they shine on their own, for the gaze perceives as such, so let all of us not be boastful, and the wind blows because we feel the air blowing against us, and grains of sand fill the ground we thread, together with the pebbles, the shells and the polluting trash, in times of loneliness, in times of merriment, in times of company, in times when we walk to the brim of the sea, treasuring, hallucinating, being who we are, or who we are not, moments when voices speak loudest, moments when everyone is silent, and those rainy days, those sunny days, the laughing crowds, the midnight traces of yesterday's fun, today is the time of twilight, peace be those who keep still, whose desire to keep quiet is strong, but foreign is the tongue that speaks alot but means nothing; so quit talking, and start loving, even in silence, aye, even in passive silence. with you.

salut.

fais-moi justice. eins zu eins.
一对一。
one to one.