Improvisation with memory in my body
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When I sing, "I" do not sing.
I only listen to the voice of my body.
When I dance, "I" do not dance.
I just try not to let my body wander through the memory of the place.
In my body, there are an endless number of memories.
The memories from when I was born.
The blood when I fell down.
The sun on a day when I woke up unusually early.
The fearfulness when it strangled a part of my soul.
The songs when it made me fly forever and wherever.
All the stories until the present day have piled up in my inside (inside me ), and that is why I exist here.
But that is not all.
Each story has its own context.
After I saw the beautiful twilight named, "Tasogare".
I knew the origin of this word " Who are you" and the story behind the word.
I looked up at the glorious moon and,
I noticed the ancient authors who composed WAKA, traditional Japanese poetry also saw this same moon.
I was born and continue to live in Japan, where mythology has been imbued in shrines and coexist with nature.
All of these things have piled up inside me and create my body and soul with dimly defined boundaries.
My body is filled with memories and stories of me and before me.
When I sing, "I" do not sing.
I only listen to the voice of my body.
When I sing, "I" do not sing.
When I dance, "I" do not dance.
I just try not to let my body wander through the memory of the place.
When I dance, "I" do not dance.
