（船堀に真っ赤な朝日がさしこみ、早暁の静寂な空気をぬって
ある者は地球を後にし、ある者はやってくる。
太古の昔もこのように「黎明の道」をたどった交流が
あったのだろうか）

＊船堀：東京都江戸川区の地名＊しじま：静寂
＊いにしへ：昔、太古 ＊しののめ：朝

Since childhood flying objects have often appeared in my
dreams. These UFOs are usually positive and friendly.
But my nightmares are those multi-coloured flashy war
planes that swarm up the whole night sky apparently to
attack somewhere. Then one of them flies over to my village
and I cannot avoid an eye contact with the pilot. I rush in
to my house and hide myself behind the door. But the war
plane lands just in our garden. The pilot never misses me.
He walks over dragging his heavy shoes to open the door
and I SCREAM my head off !