Luyện nghe bài hát Poetry Reading by Genqui Numata

(to a descending a staircase)

Rie Iizuka

keitaro: eto wa
itsumo
ga
irun desukedomo, mo, e...
subarashii wo o-mukae
orimasu.
e... no kata desu.
saki hodo utsukushii
kono e mo kare no
sakuhin nan ga
naru shijin de ari
de aru
numata san desu.

oss! oss!
desu.
kyô wa no
shi wo rôdoku
itadakimasu.
five ni
sasagemasu.
kaidan wo hito.

kaidan wo hito yo
ni ase wo nijimase
obiekitte de
kaidan no ue wo no yô ni
hito
haru no wa hokori no nioi
namanurui kaze ga kuru
rhythm wo
rhythm wo
tan tan to wo
ike
naname ni taorekakaru wo

inu wo
neko wo
kippu made hayaashi da

itsumo ga oira no mono to wa

rhythm wo
wo tamochi
tamochikirenakunatta
ni shintai to
ashi no motsure atta
ni yawaraka na
ga aru no da
ashi ga wo hanarete
itte no ka wakaranai
sore tomo shinzô no
yô na ga aru no ka wakaranai

wa

rhythm wa ni

hayakunatta rhythm wa no
furue to kyômei
rakka wa
shunkan ni yôi iru no da
ore ra wa
nan nan da?
oira wa
nan da?
kansetu wo
mashi wo
na no ka?
irotsuke wo yô na
ni
koe na no ka?
kihaku na de
no
sono na no ka?
iku hito kage
koe
no koe
rhythm wo
wo tamotte
ni
ni
shitashiki yo
tooi yo
saa ni dekakeyô
na toki ga
sugite
ni toshi ga
akete
jaa

keitaro: well,
as usual we
a guest.
a guest
has agreed to come today.
an artist.
the you saw
on the
are his.
please a big
to a poet
and a photographer
ladies and gentlemen, mr numata.

hi, y'all.
my name is numata.
tonight i

a poem.
i dedicate this
to five.
to a person a staircase.

hey you, who are this staircase
with on your brow
afraid of going down you let your
glide the stairs like a shadow.
yes, you.
underpass in springtime smells of dust
and a lukewarm breeze by.
keep up your
keep up rhythm
and down those stairs
as if your life on that.
by that leaning building
kick the dogs
the cats too
and go to the ticket counter.

are
beings.
keep up rhythm
keep up rhythm
and when you take it anymore
your body
and legs have reached their limit
at time
a fall will ensue.
you as if
your legs fell off your
or maybe there's a
a heart attack
but you don't what it is.

you
know.
you
gather up
and as you speed up legs
and trembling lips start to resonate.
the fall comes at the moment
and it easier.
and you ask
who are we?
who am i
al?
your squeak
am i but
a crawling work of
am i but
a sounding away
accross sky
so it looks like it's been dyed?
am i but
the of
this fall through air?
shadow that away
that dies away
voice the subway
keep up rhythm
keep up rhythm
with
flair
hey you, legs,
hey you, my distant
go on a stroll
as the silent time by
the silently
itself.
goodbye.