road in kyoto

Roads in Kyoto, you don’t know where they will take you.
Their names are written by characters which are more complicated than
all complications that had been tired your life.
You are afraid to make steps there, afraid to be swallowed by these roads
which remind you on big snake in a movie.

But the roads on the body of that woman, never
make you feel afraid to be lost. Because you are full of
faithfulness and trustiness that one space within her breast
you will find a shrine that more quiet than millions
shrines in Kyoto. It enables you to explore it as if
you are resident who knows well all of hollows
meanders of these roads, while singing lovely songs.

::M. Aan Mansyur, Dec. 1st, 2007::

ichou and momiji

In Tokyo, at Ueno Park, a place of woman waiting,
promised to wait you, then she apostatized that you didn’t know
the reason, you raise your head under a tree of Ichou.
You amazed why the leaves of this tree are changing colors
from green become yellow in autumn.

But the answer you find in the caress of another woman,
a woman who says that you don’t have to feel worries
if you see the yellowing leaves, because following
other season will return the green with greener color.

In Kyoto, a crowded and orderly city, a place of people
who feel reluctant to hit the horn just to contribute little
within this crowd and noise, you raise your head under a tree of Momiji.
You amazed why the leaves of this tree are changing colors
from green become red in autumn.

But the answer also you find in the caress of that woman,
a woman who feels glad when she heard that you forgot to bring
warm clothes. Because you know very well that
her arms and chest are made from the warmest swan’s-down.

::M. Aan Mansyur, Dec. 1st, 2007::