Pebbles/Koishi

dPress
2003
Sebastopol

Translation into Japanese by Yasue Sato
Calligraphy by Shogo Oketani

Koishi


Bokura wa Umareru
Yume ni Mukatte

Bokura wa Mezameru
Sokoniwa Nanika
Hatameite Itakai ?

Boku wa Tazuneyoutoshita
Shikashi Yume ni Chigainai

.

Osugiru
Demo Tarinai

Bokura niwa Kikoenai Oto

.

Hayaku
Sunda
Tashikana
Saigono

.

Jikan to Soshitsu
Futatsu no Sekai

Uchi to Soto

.

Okisa to Chiisasa wo Kyoyu suru
Hikari ni Yotte

.

Yama to Nami
Kuchibiru to Ashi
Otoko to Onna no Kankei
Soshite Tsuki no Hikarito

.

Sono Hikari no Naka de
Kimi to Koshi wo Orosu

Marude Kiiroi Bara no Yoni
Afuredasu Kofuku

.

Ikken ga Jukushi ni naru

.

Aruhi wa Iesu
Aruhi wa No

.

Kimi no Kyohi to Ridatsu

Hayaku Tashikana Saigo no
Totemo Hidoi Kega
Owarumono wa Namimonai

Boku no Kokoro no Massazi wo
Nozoitewa

.

Kimi no Shashin ni Kuchibiru wo Ateru

Kimi no Hitomi, Kuchibiru, Hitomi

.

Yugure ni Mau Konchu no Kioku
Eiga Kameraman no Kanshoku

.

Keiji ga Ima Koko ni
Ima Koko ni Hitotsu no Kuchibiru ga

.


Boku wa Marude
Furudean Sopu Opera wo
Aruite Iruyo

.

Boku no Kanpekina
T Shatsu No Kotoba
Shinpai Suruna
Hopi ni Nare

.

Hiens no
Niwa no Hibari

.

Boku wa Kiku
Boku wa Kanjiru
Boku wa Isogu



Pebbles


we are born
to dream

we wake
was there something
fluttering?

I was going to ask, but
it must have been a dream

.

too much
or not enough

a sound
we cannot hear

.

swift
clear
sure
final

.

time and loss
two worlds

in and out

.

held together
the great
the small
by light

.

mountain and wave
lip and leg
a relationship
of man and woman
and moonlight

.

in this light
to sit with you
in rest

so it is
happiness pours out
like a yellow rose

.

a glance
becomes
a gaze

.

one day, yes
another, no

.

your refusal and departure
swift, sure and final
an injury so severe
nothing can be done

except massage my heart

.

I hold your picture
to my lips

your eyes, lips, eyes

.

in memory of
bug hovering evenings
and the touch of
a cinematographer

.

apocalypse now
a pair of lips now

.

I feel like I'm a walking
Freudian soap opera

.

words of my perfect T-shirt
Don't Worry
Be Hopi

.

a skylark in a field
of larkspur

.

I listen
I feel
I hurry

To Volume 6, Book 5