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Tomino's Hell

"The Poem You Should Never Read Aloud"

A writer named Yomota Inuhiko once wrote a poem called "Hell of Tomino." There is a legend that anyone who reads the poem aloud will face something terrible.

If there's one thing the Japanese are known for, it's scary stories.

I've always liked everything that includes the words "horror" and "thriller", but this poem definitely shook me to the core.

"Hell of Turin" was written in the book "The Heart is Like a Moving Stone", and then included in the book by Saijo Yaso, the twenty-seventh collection of poems in 1919, and now let's look at the poem itself. * translated, the poem does not pose any danger *

The older sister vomits blood, the younger sister breathes fire.

While the cute little Tomino just spits out the jewelry.

All by himself, Tomino falls into that hell, a hell of complete darkness, without even flowers. Is Tomino's older sister the one whipping him?

The purpose of the flogging hangs dark in his mind.

To beat him and beat him, ah!

But it never hurts him.

A safe path to Avici, eternal hell.

In this darkest hell I direct it now, I pray to the golden sheep, to the nightingale. How much did he put in that leather bag to prepare for his journey to eternal hell?

Spring comes in the valley, in the forest, in the spiral precipices of the blackest hell. The nightingale in her cage, the sheep on board the van, and tears invade the sweet little Tomino's eyes.

Sing, O nightingale, in the vast, misty forest he shouts that only his little sister is missing.

His weeping despair echoes through hell - a fox peony opens its golden petals.

Down the seven mountains and the seven rivers of hell, the lonely journey of the sweet little Tomino.

If they are found in this hell, let them then come to me, those sharp jumps of punishment from Needle Mountain.

Not only on some empty whim the flesh is pierced with blood-red pins:

they serve as hellish pointers for the sweet little Tomino.

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The red thread of fate

An ancient Japanese legend states that the gods tied a red thread around the little finger of the hand of men and women destined to be together. Throughout their lives, the red thread is numerous and constantly tangled, contracted or stretched, but can never be broken. Each of us has experienced the pain of separation, found and lost our so-called "first love", but it was definitely never a factor that could stop the urge of our heart. At one point, a person finds a partner with whom he feels himself, on whose shoulder he can cry and when he is with him he feels at home. It is these feelings that show that this person is connected to us and we to him, through the thread of destiny, but long before we find this particular person, we "lose our heart." According to legend, however, no matter how long it takes, whether from birth, in the prime of youth or at the end of life, the people associated with it will meet. Very often, after many disappointments, each of us thought that some people are just in our lives for no reason, and others give us important lessons, but no one has thought about this topic. A thread that determines the route of our destiny, a path that leads us to those who need us most and those we need, and so the Japanese have believed for centuries that nothing is accidental in our difficult life.