Editorial
Guaranteed
satisfaction - where did a deep impression dissapear?
Poems
Lonely
Humanity
Veteran
Guitar
inner child
Cactus I / II
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Interview with Mr
Robbie Petterson
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of English as a second language
Film Review
Are dinosaurs
getting too old for Hollywood? - Jurassic Park III
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Adonis
Blue (3)
Guest Writers' Corner
Story
of Strawberries: Bedtime Story for My Sister
POEMS
He plays the guitar,
the guitar from the depth of the universe.
She sees his fingers,
long bony but sweet fingers, moving,
moving, like Romeo and Juliet in slow motion.And he sings.
He sings with the voice,
the voice which soothes and rips her heart at the same time.
He sings La Bamba,
It's La Bamba that he sings,
But the saddest La Bamba in history.His hair,
Soft, curly, trimmed hair,
His wrinkles,
Wrinkles on his forehead, and beside his eyes,
His eyes,
Wide open, lively eyes,
His nose,
His arms, his crossed legs,
His smile his jokes his wit his confidence his dream his belief his education his emotion his ambition his past his life
His existence.
His whole existence.She sees, hears, feels his presence,
His presence that she cannot possess forever.And he keeps playing the guitar.
Itsuka Yamasaki