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Ogiwara
Seisensui
Cloudless sky ~
moving fast
the moon
Dandelions, dandelions ~
to the beach
spring opens its eyes
My old cup
not broken yet ~
I am forty
Cottage ~
snow falls
snow piles up
To believe in Bhudda ~
in the blue truth
of the wheat ears
The sky's getting bored ~
House, if you are somehere
show up your smoke
Moon brightness
reflecting oof
the wind chimes
Angry
suddenly ~
was it only a dream?
They are skinny
the hands he is showing
his hands I am shaking
Translation: Gilles Fabre