Dear Yuko,

At the time when she started the butoh; the secret in the body
And when it was growing up...
She was like a Japanese doll of the forgotten time with dust.
Fleeting, infant, beautiful and fragile,
She was mysterious girl... I could not read where her blood run.

Little by little, a bird makes his nest.

And, one day, I clearly heard her first cries of birth.
Out of light, the innocent body screamed in crying.
In a moment, veins expanded in pulsation.
She is born, baby pregnant of the butoh.

Butoh baby!!
Continue to seed of love of life and death for people.

Atsushi Takenouchi