aurelio.asiain:
And what have you been expecting?
aurelio.asiain:
Come again under the red umbrella
aurelio.asiain:
Red leaves are gone, but see
aurelio.asiain:
More than the number of gods
aurelio.asiain:
I know, but how couldn't I?
aurelio.asiain:
So much depends on the perspective
aurelio.asiain:
What is the cop afraid of?
aurelio.asiain:
Finally here after so many dreams
aurelio.asiain:
The red makes it, without dominating
aurelio.asiain:
A table over the Kibune river
aurelio.asiain:
Here you see the real thing
aurelio.asiain:
Japanese people call this art Nature
aurelio.asiain:
Here and now and back then
aurelio.asiain:
Passionate tree on a cloudy day
aurelio.asiain:
A poet's tree with borrowed flowers
aurelio.asiain:
Used to have this at home
aurelio.asiain:
Do they remember this moment themselves?
aurelio.asiain:
A single fallen leaf on Earth
aurelio.asiain:
Of course I didn't even try
aurelio.asiain:
Simple things seem confusing to you
aurelio.asiain:
A path for those who see
aurelio.asiain:
Let's be clear about the yellow
aurelio.asiain:
The Namboku line I: Meguro band
aurelio.asiain:
An omnipresent path for blind people
aurelio.asiain:
I had five minutes to wait...
aurelio.asiain:
Playing hard now the ceiling bamboo
aurelio.asiain:
Namboku subway line, Honkomagome station, ceiling
aurelio.asiain:
There are things I can't resist
aurelio.asiain:
Autumn was already there in Summer
aurelio.asiain:
Have you ever been in Hirosaki?
