mardi 21 juin 2016

Meme les pigeons
s'abritent de la pluie
sous la corniche
Source: kulturtava

samedi 18 juin 2016

A l'abri de la pluie,
assise sur le banc de l'arret de bus -
je m'emplis de bruits
Un champ de marguerites,
de mauvaises herbes,
une tache rouge - le coquelicot

Source: exercicedestyle

mardi 14 juin 2016

I used to think my life was my poem -
I assigned myself the task of ordering its chaotic parts
Into a positive whole, subordinating my emotions and feelings
and adorning it with all kind of intricated
Graces appropriate to its worth.

Never has this mortal soul been so foolish.
I haven't been able to give it a modicum of fashion.
It is incomplete,  imperfect, precarious.   A total failure.

All is vanity, confusion and accident.
Our self is utterly powerless against the private passions
of the human heart.
Everyone is alone and separate and is nothing more
Than the poor thing that is himself.

I was of course mistaken - my life is no poem .



samedi 4 juin 2016

When there are mountains
I look at mountains. 
When there is a rainy day
I listen to the rain. 

Taneda Santoka