" A fox below the headlights "

      Thoughtless I am, what is the meaning of love ?
      I wonder, how far can passion go before finding out its going
      to end ? I want something endless, endless as the Viennese notes
      which angels use to conduct lovers during the autumn.
      Sighing, I wonder, is this shooting star at the beginning of the
      night a voice of encouragement turned into a divinity ?
      Is it really that, or I just love more than anything to think
      it's that way just too many times for my own sake ?
      How can hard can be to let yourself go and say: " Yes, I will,
      yes ! " ? But then again, how to be sure after setting your
      will free, that the feeling you're giving yourself for is going to
      live forever ? ... God, scared as you have no idea I am.
      Please forgive me, I know I have hurt too many in the name of
      my own misery... and yet, I want to live; live like a healing
      butterfly in middle of the Sakura flowers in bloom.
      No, ashamed I am not. If there's a time for redemption by
      excellence, that's life itself, of course.
      How endless in wisdom can the sayings of my knight get; and even
      though I may think I love him, in the end life slaps me hard in
      the face affirming the feeling is anything but love.
      Something extremely close to it, yet, not quite love.
      At the mercy of your judgment I place myself, opaline moon. You
      know better, you have lived more; open and glad I am for one of
      your whispers... oh, listen to the piano again. He has been in
      love with you for a long time, hasn't he ?
      Even though he was rough as nothing once, he became tenderness
      personified eventually. That must be, without any doubt, the so
      pursued love we may seem to be talking about.
      Bizarre, now that you mention it, that exactly reminds me of his
      hands preventing me from committing suicide and his opportune
      winks; these as well as his simple but truthful advises.
      If that means love in certain way, then thoughtless I am again.
      Merciful night, answer this... can redemption be lovable enough
      for an iced heart to breathe again ?
      Yes you say ? If so, I still have so much to learn, given this
      damned disbelief... can you forgive me for being insensate ?
      Of course you can, you love foxes as no other for being we your
      daughters, right ? Should I trust my heart to his unskilled
      manners as well as to his heart incapable of communicating a single
      lie ?
      No, in order to perform my life as what I am, let those matters
      wait; my appointment now is with the bridge, the birds,
      the stars; the healing and the living... anything to which I may
      be attached to in one way or another.
      Under the feeble light, I'll wait your teardrops, oh moon; then,
      I shall see the world on its incomparable immensity and beauty...
      for this purple cloud lifting me to the skies was meant to be my
      teacher this night; and so many others to come.
      Meditating about it again, you are right, life is indeed
      beautiful... and enjoyable as any heaven below Heaven.

      Alighieri hijo.

      And then the peace of night arrived... for Megumi Takani.