Let me talk about my Grandpa He was born in Nagano, Japan went to war and came back had 3 children and 7 grandchildren including me an entrepreneur and a traveler He traveled many places with his wife Tokyo, Kyoto, Osaka Seoul, Beijing, Jakarta Bangkok, Katmandu, Kolkata Dubai, Nairobi, Greece Naples, Rome, Florence Genoa, Milan, Venice He loved Italy! London, Paris, Switzerland Rio de Janeiro, Auckland Mexico, LA, Portland And he died in Vancouver I feel his soul Hey grandpa
産まれた時になくしたもの 信頼 優しさ 正義 ずっと探していたのは、体温だった 信頼という体温 優しさという体温 正義という体温 あなたの手から伝わる 太陽の温もり 月の糸 When we were born, the things we lost were trust kindness justice Body warmth is what I've been looking for all along The body warmth of trust The body warmth of kindness The body warmth of justice Emitting from your hand The warmth of the Sun A thread of the Moon #poem #ポエム #詩 #takayamasoramaru #バンクーバーの詩人
A man without language is standing in the dust, holding something not permitted. A man without language is hiding under the moon, trying to extinguish his blue shadow. A man without language is sitting in a nook, reading a book he is unable to read. A man without language is running through the crowd, searching for a lost person. A man without language is walking on the slope, going either up or down. A man without language is crying on the stairway, because he lost unimporta
Listen carefully I know the sign of rain in the wind With that sound one drop, one drop of rain, playing the koto string Before you are aware of it The rain drop becomes a thread As if woven silk becomes music The rain is gentleness descending on a dry city As though filling our loneliness Vaguely embracing the world We don’t use an umbrella Hair gets wet Shoulder gets wet Even hearts get wet And then float in the river of music Down the mountain stream Winding through the ea
Noonday shines warmly.
The other side of time.
The cloud's patterned climb,
Cotton candy, a silk hat, Africa, your memories.
In the backpack,
a water bottle, a note pad, a world map, your happiness.
A bit heavy but you could shoulder it. Too much worry is needless.
The smell of the wind is awareness.
Let's go on a trip, leave behind things left behind.
A place of your own awaits. #poem #ポエム #詩 #takayamasoramaru #バンクーバーの詩人
A clown met a beautiful cat on the street, and fell deeply in love.
He made her laugh, made her meals and made her mind up about love.
People sneered at him for loving a cat.
The clown was more than happy to be laughed at.
It's his job. The cat had a caring husband and five sweet kittens.
The clown proposed under the crescent moonlight, and she accepted.
Two days later, she went to the city hall, filed for divorce papers, and started life with the clown.
Together, the clown a