Because the photograph cannot tell a lie
Oneself should draw close to the subject
The telephoto lens is a paparazzo
Because I intend to do everything to play with it later,
and the photo studio of these days pushes it,
This is already graphic not a photograph
Because it is good with shooting it natural
I do seasoning unnecessary for some reason
Therefore I play with the color
If I pull it and put it out
There is not the meaning that I copied with a click on the spot
It being an arm to show taste of the original material
I am with a cook somewhere
In the sea
On tiptoe
Stealthy steps
I did not drained?
A rock of the underwater coral continues from the step
A fact to be connected to the far-off land
I know it at the place where may lose a life
The cloud of the sea covers
Wind blew
The state that rain beats against the surface of the water is beautiful
Short-lived blue quietness needs it
Rain is the samsara that the water of the sea returns to the sea
There is a cloud in the sea
This is air, but …
A roaring sound of the sound of the waves deletes sound of rain
The sound is 10 times faster than it, and it seems to come in air underwater
Because the wave to approach while turning to call a wave than it is early
The sound is left
Of course after an act to collapse
A sound is born
It seems to be different for some reason here
Common sense and normal of the terrestrial world are not normal
I may know it by putting the body here
The water is valid obviously and
I watch this
From the bank where nobody is of the heavy rain off 400 meters
With the thought that a chest is destroyed
The picture was wrapped in deep fear not to be able to say, too
If I am scared
Is it anything around the chest to feel?
I do not know it whether anything is called a heart
I was cultivated by the school education of the square fish preserve
It was sure that it was not a head
Heart is excited
Heart is jam-packed
A chest becomes hot
After all as for the human being like fish
I feel it around one of a chest and, like birds, live
Time to go to the earth by the living body
I remind you of most
In excessive terror
I was able to be in this place only for 15 minutes
It is a judgment in the seas, too
If I feel something a few for a heart
; is feeling it, and use the body
Some kind of sound companions
I can sense the human being, too
“Stimulation looks at the ridiculous copy for the five senses” by an indiscriminate advertisement these days
With the antenna which is infinite for a human being
There is a response power with the earth
A sad kana common crier does not know it
It works to palm off modern words on a visitor
A little irresponsible
Because there is not an experience
I cannot but imitate a sentence and the design which somebody wrote
A politician-like declaring that memory does not include it well is the same
Swim in nude here
Because I never tell a lie
In the pattern that the human being is vigor
I may be reborn
From the Cook Islands
