The line of the nonfiction has not been born yet. I did not know that time of oneself. ....44 years when I stared at the music as an egg of the writer from far away matured in me yet. （息子から贈り物のアイソカル）☆私自身まだ気がついていません。音楽と文学の2刀流で行くこと…ふたりの人間性があたしの内奥には存在していた☆
