(Sunset from Manila)

West wind tastes of salt

I lean into the iMac

Typing about sand and fog

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  1. bibomedia

     /  March 1, 2008


  2. danmihalache

     /  January 24, 2009

    I’ll tell you a Finnish poem:
    By the water
    Sits a frog, wiping
    His glasses on his sleeve.

    – Risto Rasa –
    Isn’t it like a haiku? It remembers me Basho’s Frog Haiku (Old pond — frogs jumped in — sound of water. It’s one of many translations)
    Regards, http://danmihalache.wordpress.com


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