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Nov 2014
Just once, I saw your face at the blue moon hearer.
Your Hazel Eyes glistened with desire like burner.
But, your thick hanging lips were trembling feebler.

Unexpectedly, you appeared before my eyes in the lunatic night.
Your tall body was filled with youthful zest.
But, your hands were too week to catch the hazard.

Your pale face was lighted by moon and shine coldly.
But in the meantime, I'm feeling your breath of life brightly.
Such imbalanced existence burned into my mind deeply.

So, that was U.

Now, the golden autumn wind begins to blow, the colored leaves swirled.
At the small Spanish café., I Just listen to the autumn sound. Wind are blowing drearily out side.

And, I am thinking about you. Oh, my dear.

How can I forget your eyes full of wistful ? They showed me your lonely soul.

'Cause  you cannot get acclimatized at any country like me, no?

I know we cannot acquaint with each other no more. But I can't give  you up.
I know we cannot converse with each other no more. But I can't stop look you up.
I miss you. I am missing you...
La sangre
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La sangre  Granada y Tokyo
(Granada y Tokyo)   
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