Eyes of a child:
the colors of the world,
tender charm.
To all the children, who swallowed up by the fury of water and buried in mud, the sun never meet again, in those who never breathes life to all those who no longer live the passage of time, we offer flowers, because death will bring them a scent and color and give ourselves the 'haiku of Kobayashi Issa : poetry of the soul music on their shades, because the haiku is like a moment in life becomes to:
Behind the rock
glow of firefly :
a face emerges.
The flight feel
the lark, golden
all immensity.
Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828) poet and painter Japanese
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