Why don't we meet up in Paris?

Rekindle romance once again,
Let's stand side by side,
In the moonlight,
Sail away on a boat on the Seine,

They say it's romantic in Paris,
I wonder if that's really true,
Is it something to do with the weather?
Or something,
To do with the view?

Why don't we meet up in Paris?
Take a train, a boat or a plane,
Make our way to the streets,
Of Montmartre,
Rekindle the flame once again.

Au revoir

Monaka  Fujinami

La Mer

Mon oreille est un coquillage 　　
Qui aime le bruit de la mer

 

 

A white mist drifts across the shrouds,

A wild moon in this wintry sky

Gleams like an angry lion's eye

Out of a mane of tawny clouds.

The muffled steersman at the wheel

Is but a shadow in the gloom;

And in the throbbing engine-room

Leap the long rods of polished steel.

The shattered storm has left its trace

Upon this huge and heaving dome,

For the thin threads of yellow foam

Float on the waves like ravelled lace.

 

 

 

 

Au  revoir

 

Monaka Fujinami

Deer diary

asia is now my pure spaceship
asian is the line that is time
asia forms into tear
asia looks into the hole, when

we are the looking space
silent to the future land
and asia cries
bunny cries

the world into a single

tear

ssia    foever.

love

Au revoir

 

 

Monaka  Fujinami