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The music used for the slides was
Orchestra Eclettica Sincretista
Marco Lucchi w/ how the night came - Pieces [Naviar Haiku # 383]
SoundCloud
The sunny day did not last three days.
On a day when rain was forecast for tomorrow, there was a strong southerly wind.
I took down the laundry poles and other clothes-drying equipment early to prepare for the sudden change in the weather.
Watching the leaves on the trees toss and turn, I felt the urge to go for a short walk.
The trees, which normally just stand there quietly, become the source of a roar, when the wind blows.
Which is their true self?
Of course, both are probably forms of trees with their young leaves full of growth.
They are not just standing there quietly, but they may also have secretly stored up feelings and thoughts.
As long as they are alive, they will have their own memories and dreams.
I am still alive, even though I live like a ghost with few opportunities to talk to people.
Some dreams are never given a second thought.
I live another life, with memories of distant days superimposed on the lump of silicon in front of me.
晴れの日は三日と続かない。
明日は雨＿の予報が出た日、南風が強かった。
物干し竿その他洗濯物干しの類を早々に下ろして天候の急変に備える。
木々の葉が翻る様を見ていて、少しばかり歩いてみたくなった。
普段は静かに立ち尽くしているだけの木々も、風に吹かれると、轟轟という轟きの音源となる。
どちらが本来の姿なのか。
むろんどちらも若葉を一杯に繁らせた木々の姿なのだろう。
ただ静かに立ち尽くしているだけではなく、密かに溜め込んだ感情や思いもあるだろう。
生きている限りには、それぞれの記憶もあれば夢もあるのではないか。
殆ど人と話す機会のない亡霊のような生を送っていても、私は未だ生きている。
一顧だにされない夢もある。
目の前のシリコンの塊に遠い日の記憶を重ねて、私は別の生を生きている。
