There was fire around me; exploding among the voices of the boys and the girls, the insistent muttering and laughters, the laughters that were consumed in the night along with each log in the flame.
There was a fire and, in the middle of that fire, a light dancing to the notes of a melody that no one else could perceive, no one deigned to listen.
She danced along with the tongues of fire, along with the stars that swirled around her, and suddenly I was the fire: it was inside her and it was inside of me. I was burning, we were burning, and I did not know if my eyes were enchanted by her dance or by her beautiful figure.
Meanwhile she danced and invited me and the fire grew, crackled in me, filled my guts, reddened my skin. And I began to feel that music that was accompanying her, but I did not know what to do, how to follow it, because I was immobilized on myself,
I just burned, burned, burned.
Hi, can I ask something...? I've read few Nakahara's poems and in one of them he wrote about Dazai (or at least I think) so I was wondering if Dazai wrote or at least mentioned Nakahara-san in his writing too, since they knew each other. Also, I'm really interested in their opinion they had of each other. In a movie (Ningen Shikkaku) there was the scene when they met for the first time and Dazai got kinda 'scolded', but I don't know if it really happened (like that).