Slowing exploring this great heritage that previous songwriters have left for me to enjoy.
But, may glory be to God, and not to men. God gives skills, talent and craftsmanship to wretched, unworthy creatures like myself.
dart pierces the sky humans stop breathing, awe-struck migratory birds
The sun shines again After a paper-white moon Lone bird starts his song
I attempt a six-word sentence as a response to each book.
How they lived, in beautiful rhyme.
My log of recent events.
persistently rainy weather. Limits my energy, mood and travel options.
public pianos tend to be occupied or broken-down.
Here? Never again! Rain falling on a sick man I must not delay
又無いだ 雨は怖いだ はやく！せんせい！
Yeah, curbing my intake of coffee is torturously difficult. But I make effort.
Here are drinks that I use as a substitute.
Once again, I visited a Japanese-style tavern in Singapore, named Toku Izakaya.
And I met Taki-san from Kamakura, Japan. Taki-san has a 5-year-old son who is enrolled in a kindergarten near Clementi Woods. Taki-san has only been in Singapore for five years.
And, I met a regular customer at the same izakaya, once more: Mr. Erkka from Finland. Today Erkka had his hair in braids.
What is a poet? A person who suffers from poverty And in his emptiness He sees A gem in the dirt And shines the gem for all
But don't forget that the gem came Because you are poor