2013年10月30日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 80th. week vol. 2

Even if goodness truth or beauty, to be washed away, and to stink of.
On abusing the person who should be argued his point, already he was dead.
A samurai, a peach getting variegation, an undertaken mourning dress.
Because of my arm held by you, I have awaken and realized your coldness.
So morning never come again, it already past three days.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 80th. week vol. 1

In the end as soon as, to be driven here, all of the asses.
To my alibi, a reel of films spinning, falling flowers.
Though to become famous, to be or not to be, never minded you are.
Cutting off the sound of the storm I can hear, a man throws up and groans with.
Singing ra ra ra ... , with my Godzilla, rain wind and rumbling. Or, singing ra ra ra ... , like my Godzilla coming, rain wind and rumbling. Otherwise, run run and running, my Godzilla coming, rain wind and rumbling.

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2013年10月23日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 79th. week vol. 2

Loose hairs, missing to get, a fool there is.
At the calm before halloween, my visit to our family's grave.
A day never dawns, though she mews sometimes, it never changes a stray cat she is.
The top becomes insanity, the axis of rotation is made a mistake by, because of.
A red demon ought to start show business and act on the stage, a cheap trick it is.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 79th. week vol. 1

Dividing cells in you, asleep or awake, a headache for me.
Even if my father and mother, not having seen them at all, in cold autumn. Or, though out of the mouth comes evil, it is said, my father and mother never come.
A traveler from the one of Aesop's Fables, to hear that it's an ill wind that blows nobody any good, so he cannot understand his situation.
In a photo flame, to fall in love with the deceased, at an estate sale.
How tough it is, a lizard's tail, and to grasp and release a fart to your nose.

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2013年10月16日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 78th. week

All night wrong, doesn't work for, a maidservant Kiku.
In the restoration for this city, someone worries about, who was released from prison.
And not yet, the eye looking at me, on the 12th. floor of the tower, the Ryounkaku.
His last moments, to throw a bomb, a wind bill it is. Or, his last moments, from a thrown bomb, a bill drawn.
Draw a line, paint it over, and clean them off.

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2013年10月09日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 77th. week

After all of the stories should be told (it would be started).
To cross her legs, a cat on the piano, for which substitute.
Playing hopscotch, to miss his step, the boy cries "I just die!"
If breaking up with her father because it's rainy, shaking her ass, and playing dead.
The last man will fall at the end, what he will do? Or, the last leaf will fall at the end, when the day will come?

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2013年10月02日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 76th. week

To reach to read a sutra, preparing myself for the worst, to dance hula.
A grasshopper in the cage, rounds and rounds on his bike.
Counting up to, and alone glowing with self‐satisfaction, a bachelor is there.
Talking as such, not to be handed, the Zohar.
To lick a belly, asking where you are and crying.

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2013年09月25日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 75th. week boa's bore

"April in Paris", "Autumn in New York", played accordion.
Singing the song "At The Lonely Mountain", in stead of taking care of a fishing rod, and get a friend.
To change bishops each other, this is no time for, it's in October.
Kicking at her heel. on her left leg, to fallin' love with the sound of.
Today's blue, Tomorrow' s blues, rainy in the nights.

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Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 75th. week

To offer flowers, on the other bank of the river, a widow I can see.
On the back of a lover, to stumble a step or two forward, Pigmon does. Or, on the back of summer, to land on Tatara Island, how about Pigmon are.
To boil potatoes, jelly of our bloods in a pot, like Hariti. Or, potatoes and livers, jelly of our bloods in a pot, like Hariti.
To bend death, in sludge being pregnant, wind shines. Or, to bend poetry, in sludge being pregnant, wind shines.
Setting the sun, the Hemp the Silk and the Cotton, three old women meet here.

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2013年09月18日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 74th. week

Even if becoming to be the invisible man, his "Heart Of Darkness", we cannot see.
Whenever to approach completion, no choice but to feel to fear, is there.
Kairos gets his straight fringe, so we are at a loss what to do.
In an abandoned building, to sit silently at a meeting, mouths of the snakes are there. Or, in an abandoned building, to sit silently at a meeting, faucets line up.
Of the albino, be raptured her texture, Yoiyama, July 16. Or, of the albino, be raptured her texture, in the early evening under the mountains' shadow.

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2013年09月11日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 73rd. week

A toad run over, vanilla ice cream is falling down by.
In the crotch, something like an opium den.
By the Abashiri's, only their eldest brother is an old lag.
Only kraken knows where the missings go, doesn't it?
Blue blew blues, to be drunk, is it nice so? Or, blue blew blues, to go to and to learn.

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2013年09月04日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 72nd. week

Between a pair of pails, a pair of shoes has left by.
My cooling off in the summer evening, with sashimi garnish, and some bullets. Or, My cooling off in the summer evening alone, because of just been rejected from them.
Cicadas are buzzing, and I wonder why only my lips thirsty.
Looking frogs in the well, and laughing, some of them be exiled to a desert island does.
"Travolti da un insolito destino nell'azzurro mare d'agosto", at a first time, to taste sands.

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2013年08月28日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 71st. week

Or gegaki, or gekisya, or gekigaka, which is it?
[Gegaki means to write down sutras by hand in summer ango, a three-month period of intense training for students of Zen Buddhism. Gekisya means the photography series shooting female models by Kishin Shinoyama. Gekiga means one of the cartoon style, which is drown dramatic and serious, and writer of gekiga called as Gekiga-ka.]
At Suzugamori, where in Edo period a place of execution there was, ravens call and we can here the sounds of geta, his pair of.
Only blockheads are left, no blossoms are scattering, fall of the capital.
Sabu says, it can't take only five minutes to stand it.
At the north wing in this airport, it is always a rainy day when I come here, to say good-bye.

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2013年08月21日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 70th. week

To clear out a ditch, a few bones you may find.
One carton of condoms with a konjac gel and a cucumber in the shopping cart. Or, as a contraceptive device, a konjac gel and a cucumber in the shopping cart.
Asked about my alibi, whether or not, "slightly out of focus".
To correct a manuscript, Une Vie, an inkstone case to put in.
On a sheet of tissue paper, just a short note to tell you, licking my ink brush. Or, on a sheet of tissue paper, just a short note to tell you, lick my ink brush, please.

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2013年08月14日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 69th. week

The puppet government prepared their substitutes and got out of. Or, a puppet ordered extra noodle and got out of.
Taking my bandage off, here, I disappear.
In this summer, if a shichirin, Japanese movable cooking stove with a rentan, Japanese coal briquettes I have, for me it is easy to give up.
"La persistencia de la memoria" is just a real landscape, "96 Degrees In The Shade", today it is.
Even if I died, it smells from my rotten body though, going back to my home town.

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2013年08月07日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 68th. week

"No longer be termed postwar" otherwise, today will be the day.
Taking care of no being kicked by, on the bed, to wipe a sole of her feet.
Only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, throw to the stage, your bunches of flowers. Or, only your heroism because of much ado about nothing, still less on the stage.
In the afterglow, a ping echoing to, mourning to the Jupiter.
In my body also, a plastic bag of the convenience store, in which welsh onions there are.

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2013年07月31日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 67th. week

Data damaged, to be at a loss how to recall, so phrases lost.
Even if being called her name, no necessary to have waited to 100 years, to change as her triumphal song.
"Let's toss for it, heads or tails" as soon as saying it, he runs out.
We should settle expenses, but it is difficult for us to do, we are so manly.
Five minutes and you're almost, shouting and shouting, 70 years old he's over.

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2013年07月24日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 66th. week

A manager of the shop, wearing and unbecoming a happi, a Japanes livery coat, to raise himself up to.
On a a bench, having licked some potato chips, a cat gets hot.
Some escape from a hen house, in this situation, not suitable for using the word "A Chicken-race".
A child falls to the ground, so unexpected and unfortunately, we should work gutter-cleaning.
Finished to come and eat, to put her head on one side, a female mantis does.

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2013年07月17日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 65th. week

By her sweat muddy, bathing no bath, with her perfume.
The putting a bowl on her head, a hyoutan-tsugi, a gourd with patchworks, bitting at.
An arm floating, a corpse of lotus is it, couldn't see Claude Monet.
To knit a ridge stitch, to eat a dream.
A drop of her sweat, running along straitly, le grand ecart.

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2013年07月10日

Haiku : Five Verses In Seven Days, the 64th. week an addendum

A child of the fly, repeating purification of the six roots and climbing her brow shaped like Mt. Fuji.
Under blazing sun, good times and bad times we have, by emergency medical service.
By my sleeve under, to wipe sweat away and fart. Or, for money passed under the table, to sweat and make efforts, he farts.
Two women, at another stage wing, to quarrel with each other.
In this summer, to just bake in roast, three pigs in this house.

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