Seville

Seville

“Señor this is the last cup.”
The waiter said me.
And he poured a glass of white wine.
Before arriving at this restaurant I drank a lot but I felt nothing of getting drunk.
I saw a glass and a slightly yellow liquid.
I felt like I was watching all the times that passed.
When I was 21 years old I left Japan and arrived in Barcelona.
And then, how many years passed until I was in Seville?
What was going on in my life?
I was asking myself.
But I couldn’t find out any answer, I don’t know why.
I could only find the past fixed, only the past, the past that fixed.
But I didn’t mind about my feeling.
The truth was only “now I am here in Seville.”
Only- now I am – here
This is how they are converted so that they can capture living existence.
Conversion of Heidegger’s philosophy
I don’t know how much time I spent in a restaurant.
The waiter was starting to close this was implicitly closing.
I said to him.
“The check, please.”
And I paid him the money with few tips.
I was walking a little in Seville.
It was already midnight.
I felt like I didn’t care about time.
The only truth is tomorrow I would have to go to Seville.
This was all.
At the time I couldn’t remember how to get back to the hotel.
I could remember the corner of this city but I couldn’t recognize where I would have to go back.
A taxi came behind me, I raised my hand and caught a taxi
Immediately after taking a taxi, I arrived in front of the hotel.
The first time I knew I was a little bit drunk.

It was a beautiful night in Seville.
It was a beautiful.