tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34593405203952540272024-03-08T20:48:38.470+09:00成田悦子果実EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-24937690661687863712010-05-06T21:42:00.000+09:002010-05-06T21:42:47.418+09:00I refuse any lightsI try and try to tear.
A white screen.
Red blood ・・
Your innocent blood・・
A light streams in through there the place I tore.
There is not a crack a light comes through.
Because a crack is closed by your dread and blood.
I don't need any light anymore.
I feel satisfaction in your darkness.
I am satisfied with your sadness.
I try and try to bore.
Everywhere else on the earth.
Inconsistency・・
EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-18929572232539229402010-04-28T19:47:00.000+09:002010-04-28T19:47:15.951+09:00Like a nightmareA null and void diary.
Like a nightmare it is changed by the state power of democracy.
All is lost in the mists of time.
The river runs and the paint runs.
People cannnot reverse a trend.
Every new movie is not released.
Every singer doesn't have a live concert.
Every poet falls into silence.
There was long long silence.
It's not fair.
It's not a fair trade.
It's not a fair trial.
It's not a EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-46786117209916475142010-04-23T13:18:00.001+09:002010-04-24T20:56:22.280+09:00Human rightsIn a cutting wind I am a dirty container.
I can't find an empty seat on earth.
Who does deprive my human rights.
Tears lose the place where run from my eyes.
I couldn't weep for your death.
I cannot do nothing but weep.
An early summer rain flows in north.
To the town you lived.
You were deprive the human rights everybody has a right to live.
12:56 2010/04/23 FridayEtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-31855545005926868962010-04-19T19:30:00.000+09:002010-04-19T19:30:23.854+09:00My situationThe smell of earth in spring.
There is nothing new under the sun.
My situation is beyond hope.
Roulette under the tree of right and wrong.
Like it was yesterday I remember that I ate rotten apples.
I am a self-taught Lord's prayer.
The poor song is whispered in my ear.
A choice looks like the morning prayer.
Every window was wide open.
The sun is streaming.
19:29 2010/04/19 MondayEtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-61643694020928544952010-04-16T19:35:00.002+09:002010-04-16T19:36:25.269+09:00I want to flowerI want to flower.
I paint a wild flower.
A wild flower is swaying to some understanding.
Please don't pick up me.
I want to flower.
I want to be a wild blue flower.
Only hope that I want to be forget-me-not.
I want to flower forever in your heart.
I want to fly.
I paint skies.
Skies mist like the frosted glass in pain.
In the sky you are not is beyond hope.
A bird imagines to fly in the sky.
IEtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-84941353303485527712010-04-15T16:46:00.001+09:002010-04-15T16:47:58.866+09:00The place I eat dirtYou are an orphan.
All deputy deprive your happiness.
The depth of unhapiness scares you.
A place of happy remembrance is far away.
The place you eat dirt is white.
We go white with fear.
In white tent we go white with fear.
We are an orphan.
We don't know why our face marked with grief.
The time we eat dirt is white.
We want to be whiter than white.
All deputy deprive our happiness.EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-60061907595199124002010-04-13T22:27:00.000+09:002010-04-13T22:27:31.855+09:00Nevertheless you formed meYou formed me.
You are a child.
I am clay.
You made a doll out of clay.
I became a doll.
You formed me.
You are the waves.
I am a doll.
You carried me away in the distance.
I became the sand.
You plowed the sand.
I dissapeared without trace.
I couldn't become a toy for you.
But you formed me.
I was air.
I was water.
I was sand.
22:14 2010/04/13 TuesdayEtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-58943455128203554152010-04-12T23:45:00.003+09:002010-04-12T23:57:27.185+09:00The power of the state kill me todayI can't believe he died.
He dissappeared like the characters of my poem.
He dissappeared like the wind in the spring .
I had to resign myself to the fact that he was gone forever.
Please tell me why do you kill the love of my life.
Do you feel guilt about in the past decade.
I don't admit my guilt.
I don't permit the power of the state.
In the rain cherry blossoms are flowering.
He died EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-43735845021215286422010-04-11T16:16:00.001+09:002010-04-11T16:25:54.641+09:00We refuse the governmentI forgot .
I forgot a simple word completely.
I tore up the cloudy skies.
I look like a missing page.
I don't need the perfect Bible.
We fly away from our nest.
We don't need any words which govern us.
They passed away.
I lives at the edge of the world.
I stay on the outskirts of the downtown area.
I refuse the governor.
I threw away one word on the street.
I threw away theEtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3459340520395254027.post-79422328303308932662010-04-10T22:46:00.003+09:002010-04-10T23:05:18.405+09:00on the desertI can not write anything.Everything is sad shade.
At three in the morning I go to bed.I exist in the gray room.My bed is on the desert.
What did I lose ?I didn't have everything from the first. I don't lose anything.
Nothing has been by me.Nobody has been by me.
Everything is sad shade.I can sleep or not・・・Here is on the desert.EtukoNaritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17755095684412829902noreply@blogger.com