Chéri Owada
Perhaps it's the change of season and how short lived the cherry side of the blossoms bloom that make this time of year something special/magical. It is like life in itself. Nothing last forever and everything is short lived as far as time is concerned. But there is a beauty in the tragedy or mortality that make it that much more beautiful. The ancient Greeks would have declared this the reason why the God’s envy us. Welcome to Sakura Saitama more precisely Chéri Owada.
Poetry Runs
These letters were inscribed over a decade ago. The idea was to take the poetry from Jean-Dany and write them out on a pair of Reeboks.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 2
Her right hand reaches out and takes a hold of my left. I am starting to feel like I am earning her trust back. I am starting to feel like I can trust myself.
I Left Her for Brooklyn 1
The place is nearly empty. But my thoughts are full. I got 13 hours. JFK is a dead zone. No WiFi. My iPhone is a dead zone. No cellular data. It will be 13 hours of New York, and the only thing on my mind is all that she doesn’t know.
El Espacio de San Francisco, Not USA
El alma es eterna y el mundo es un sueño. Plantas, ríos, fútbol y cielos celestiales. Narración de Louis Sicali.
I Hear the Church Bell Ring
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How you paint me in your dreams
How I felt you in my sleep
How you knew I was coming before I came
And now I am coming
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I Know Why the Burning Bird Screams
Clawing from the flames of destruction to the light of potential.