Masahiro Tsuyoshi

еще один из подарков flickr - каким-то чудом человек зашел ко мне на страницу и я ответно зашла к нему.

и увидела чистейшую поэзию.

это тот самый случай, когда расстояние - всего лишь ничего не значащее слово. когда слово на другом языке говорит с тобой изображением чувства. и это то самое чувство восторга, не требующее личного знакомства. потому что все так, как должно быть. поймать кайф единого существования в едином пространстве времени и наслаждаться им.

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The Same time at The Same Place

I go to the same coffee shop on every Saturday in the morning to spend a relaxing time alone. Then I see the same gentleman sits at the same chair at the same time on every Saturday. I am wondering if he is thinking the same thing when he see me.

Sound of Ice

When sun rises from Lake Michigan, the ice breaks the silence of the night, and the lake starts making a big noise from everywhere. The power of sun makes cracks on the frozen lake.

A Happy Holidays Bus

She was waiting for a bus in a glum mood at the bus stop outside of a department store in cold air. The bus finally came with the sign of "Happy Holidays". I wished she got back into a good mood.

Royal St.

The saxophone player and the blues harp player were playing Jazz music at the corner of Royal St. and Conti St. in New Orleans without putting a container for a tip on the street. They seemed not care for their audiences, but care for playing nice Jazz music for themselves.

Pass of The Winds

The wind passed through the buildings. Another wind passed along the river. Two winds got together and talked for awhile.

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