Monday, October 11, 2010

DuranDuran

Acrylique sur toile
2010

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

僕は気づいたらまどろみの奥にいた。
君がそっと薬指で蝶を象ると、
そこから幻想的な蝶の揺らめきが舞い上がる。

When I was half-awake, I was behind the daydream.
You shaped a butterfly with your finger gently, from there scintillation which is ephemeral flies away.

Airy flowers vanish slowly and cruelly.
Time is stirred up from where love is born.
Your breath touched my iris and it burned my jellous.
Wisdom makes you yourself.