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If I were a singer,

Posted on September 17, 2016

…it would be a cover for my first album, maybe ))

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All what we are doing is just for yourself. We are motivated just in the achieving of our own goals. Not for getting a praise or in order to close people be proud of. In fact their feelings are not important as your own. Because that is not for them and never was.
What do you really want? It is only your life and no one else.

Don’t waste your time. Learn and explore. Change continuously. Discover the unknown parts of the whole world around.
There are a lot of ways we may have to change.

Don’t be afraid to step ahead and get this risk to the better life and yourself.

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The end of December. Somewhere in the place, which
The end of December. Somewhere in the place, which called Sakura. I lost my Suika there, that’s why I steel don’t like to remember this little city. And the park we wanted to visit was closed because of the storm what was before. But it was interesting in some way. I checked the place twice and wasn’t be lost by myself. That’s good. ;)

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One more place I want to remember and write about.
One more place I want to remember and write about. But before the starting I need to recall the atmosphere and feel it again. Before the Christmas, 22th of December, Tokyo, dark evening, just a little bit after the 4 p.m. We were walking around Setagaya in the cold rain. It was a good rain with strong drops. Two stations away from Shibuya, exploring the affluent Setagaya neighborhood, which was invaded by hipster cafés. Surprisingly peaceful aura. My umbrella was wide but didn't defend me from the wall of invisible crying of the sky. It was a special day. Later I'll tell you about two more places we visited in this dark evening. But now on my way is the tea house, not a real house - a little tea room, which left us with a big deep impression into the modern process of the ceremony. Well, what about the tea culture...we are this strange people who has no alcohol at home but some levels of shelves, cluttered with metal and glass jars, which are full of different kinds of tea. In the magazines the owner, Mikito Tanimoto, says, “Many buyers don’t focus on the taste or flavor of the tea they drink and for a long time, no essential design approach was created... These problems prevent consumers from getting good green tea and I wanted to change that.” What did I remember about that day? (The tea was good exactly.) But did you remember us? Just some strange Russian couple in the room at this time, lonely customers. The girl tried hard to speak Japanese, what was funny, but really embarrassing for her. ...looks like it was all she could remember from her past studies? I could study better, I know. But it was first time, maybe because of the tea or because we were alone with our guide-confectioneries who served on the other side. I was in some way emotionally happy to start my bad speaking in Japanese. It is always the atmosphere, exactly, that makes me feel safe and don't be afraid to make a mistake. Everything in the space was off-white and matte black with a soft tannum. “A flood of light, which seems to emanate from everywhere and nowhere.“ We left our umbrellas somewhere in the corner of the room, sat and started our soul journey. ->


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