If seventy years ago I had followed the steps of Jack Shirai To fight the Spanish Civil War, Then three years ago, I would be a humanitarian volunteer already As Nahoko Takato among the Iraqi. Coincidently being lad and lass of frozen country, From Chitose and Hakodate respectively, They stingingly stimulate my poetry and allegory simultaneously. It is suddenly reminding me of It? Sachio's potent tanka: "When a cowherd is humming a melody, It must be the heyday of new poetry." But just the same flashbacked anachronistic depression, Probes through the epochal cervix to curette me, And causes the miscarriage of my first revolutionary thought. -- http://www.wretch.cc/blog/kamadevas\ --

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