Three men, three shades, an identical dawn, open to all that can help to observe with wonder the small and big things that accompany us in life. We like to entrust to a Japanese woman – the poetess Masayo Koike – the task to open up the window above a sunrise:
During the long journey – By Masayo Koike
“America, in a toilet of Santa Fe. Alba.
I was pissed with discretion for a long long time.
In the whole world there felt as if there was only this sound and myself,
despite the fact that I had to make the noise.
Curiously, it seemed to come from outside, and this comforted me.
As an endless story of an old I was waiting for him to finish,
but he would not.
A time that does not belong to anyone, anywhere.
I was not there. Are not alive, I still say it.
Now the sound has ceased, in this room that has quickly become cold
a silent existence unexpectedly created.
What am I, am I?
The temperature of life left in the form of an invisible circle
You were there? You were there in that room? I was there. I’m alive.
Long before word reached me questioningly. “
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