Maia Nebula!

If it requires 1000 more yen every month for me to be happy, then so be it. I’m not giving up my music to cut expenses.

I wonder what my neighbors think of my music. One minute there’s Ravel, and the next there’s Pedrito Fernández. Beatles, Backstreet Boys, Nara Leão, Frank Sinatra, Air. I love the melodies filling up the air all day long. Solitude is lighter when there’s a sweet voice reminding you of the existence of happiness. Despite the fact that people will be able to hear me from outside, sometimes I sing in the shower. I miss my guitar, though. However, my music is here with me, and that’s all that matters. After all, it’s Japan but the Chipi Chipi is available! Too bad there’s no one to dance it with.

This morning I listened to Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition, and it was superb.

Something so different from anything I’d seen before, and yet so close to what comprised my life before… I need to take a closer look.

I cannot understand most of the languages around here. Of course I cannot. However, listening to certain ones makes me smile, because I associate them with sounds. There is a language that sounds “triskli triskli,” another one that sounds “nyang nyang,” and another one that sounds “balam balam.” It’s so much fun to listen to them.

I wonder what people from other countries associate Spanish with.