Tokyo Poetic
Tokyo is a poetic city. No matter what the shrine-addict and golden-age nostalgic people can say. Its true that Tokyo doesn't look like a European city: there are multiple centers, which means no real center to balance the city map; you can't find old stones on the streets, and you can't imagine that these are the walls where the poets of the past centuries stood right by, because everything is new in this megapole. No harmony of the architecture, no respect of the perspective, no esthetic rules... But Tokyo is the most poetic city I know. Because, when you have a look at it by night and you watch the insanely high buildings, and all this light in the darkness, you can see the Phoenix in the urban landscape. Tokyo has been destroyed by earthquakes, fires and bombs, hundred of times, but always reappeared because it's pure energy. Tokyo will be destroyed again, and will come back again, because it's made of people and will, not of stones.
Lights of Hope
Iceland's volcano is spreading grey ashes all over Europe and my mother's plan about visiting me in Japan has been rescheduled. One-year prepared trip doesn't mean a lot compared to these natural powers. For her and her friend who were supposed to be by my side right now and see it by themselves, I give you some Chinese lights from Yokohama. Because it's beautiful, peaceful and definitely nicer than volcano ashes when it's floating in the air.
アイスランドの火山のせいで、母のフライトがキャンセルされました。昔から一緒にこの旅行を準備していましたので、本当に残念です。しかたがないんですが、苦い漢字があります。