Osaka

Clean under eaves, the obsession receives with regards. The city lives in detail, as others of the country do; impressed and touched, everything in sight seems laborious. Vibrant and arranged, the street in vivid colors diffuses tasty steam; wearing crabs, octopuses and fishes, the wall walks with people to open their appetite. Dense and crowded, the road of flags disturbs the bitter green tea; covered with unpolished catchwords and extravagant calligraphy, the specter haunts people to feed anxiety. The cloud has passed and merged into the elevated landscape; the sun is pitiless; a beer is profitless.