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世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
美しい日本の私
世の中は
何にたとへん
山彦の
こたふる聲の
空しきがごと
Our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
It's like an echo
resounding through the mountains
and off into the empty sky.
Ryōkan
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cararile au fost umblate vara asta,asa imi spun; si totusi, ce delicat paseste ea in mijlocul sarbatorii, cat de puternic imi apare aici contrastul intre fragilitatea pasilor ei si luxurianta din jur0cumva,pare ca niciunul dintre firele de iarba nu o va atinge pe kimono,nu, ea paseste ca venind dintr-o noapte pastrata cu grija in glezne
ReplyDeleteiti multumesc, draga, este una dintre imaginile cele mai dragi mie, nu stiu de ce ma emotioneaza atat. dar cum ai spus tu, ce frumos, o sa imi ramana mereu in minte: ea paseste ca venind dintr-o noapte pastrata cu grija in glezne
Deleteiar florile tremura cand ea se apropie din noaptea pastrata cu grija in glezne.
ReplyDeleteda, este minunat cum fotografiile tale arata ceva ce eu doar simt si cat de frumos cerasela face poezie. este totul ca o respiratie.
(si acest comentariu, ca toate cele puse de mine in septembrie nu a ajuns. ma intreb cate mai sunt astfel si imi pare rau dupa cele pierdute, dar ma bucur ca vad iar si iar aceste imagini)