"Since I had nowhere permanent to stay, I had no interest whatever in keeping treasures, and since I was empty-handed, I had no fear of being robbed on the way"
[Matsuo Bashô , The records of a travel-worn Satchel]
quarta-feira, 8 de agosto de 2018
Direto da Terra do Sol Nascente, #31: natsu/verão
silêncio
o som das cigarras
penetra as pedras
[Haikai de Matsuo Bashô]
[Que faz todo sentido neste verão]
[ :) ]
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