There was a rain storm yesterday and across the street
It rained rose petals from the climbers in the garden above.
The wet asphalt was drenched with these pink drops
licking the stern obscurity of letters not still white
S T O P.
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I am immersed in a Japan that isn’t.
Google and FB know.
To the side has just appeared an ad for an opera singer
Japanese,
Whose voice “goes down like the smoothest of alcoholic beverages”
Which is not really how I like my opera.
Do they have a singer whose voice:
“scalds like strong, hot coffee first thing in the morning?”
“is as transcendent as a great orgasm?”
“who evokes an abyss of guilt and sadness comparable only to leaving your sobbing child as you walk away from the school?”
If yes, I’ll buy.
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
I find it interesting to see what the adds have to say about who i might be…todays google mail offers full-immersion Italian TV and just below ‘lingua inglese online’ at englishtown.com…bi-lingual or bi-polar?
ho, i just noticed FB means Fradericksen Brad ^^
JAPANESE HARLEM
Slow rain
In a garden of orchids
Like brilliants on a spanish stroll
Emerald voices in the dark
Of a flight in full light
Slow rain
Playing the escalator
Like a moonbeam
Walking along the avenue
Where cherry trees invents blossom
Slow rain
It’s an open drain
Straight through the ear
Back to the heart
The kind of ring you like to wear
ciao bello, i love the image of slow rain. grazie.