Photo: Miyazu, Japanese garden, Nelson, a small garden that, under normal circumstances, seems inconspicuous, but which transforms in the spring, and it is then that one sees the Japanese art of creating an extraordinary dialogue between nature and human beings in all its splendor.

Short excerpt from a poem I published in La Nouvelle Barre du jour, nos 214-215

Struck with amazement at the mystery of language.

like the scent of cherry blossoms

What were you doing at that late hour? It was cold like in autumn.

but you will know how to respond when the time comes. that’s also part of it, two or three more lies.