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Yanaka

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After you left, "back soon" came to refer to K.. It's been a month, I begin to wonder when will that day.

why I came back to Yanaka, once before, there, I had wanted to stop time. It was not a case that has reviewed the garden.

Man I thought, on the stones, while birdsong could be heard in the background is my Phantom for days. Like you.

Your figure appeared on every corner, solid, without notice, "the garden is always a surprise," he said. Contemplating the big chestnut tree behind the temple, I recalled our walk. As if you had gained hand in hand, I crept through the crowd of tourists, the exuberant movement, despite the unpleasant sound, did not change the essence of what it was. A surprising delight, to prevent an uncontrollable humming to conceal the feeling imprisoned. Irretrievable drought has prompted water, starting from somewhere near your ways are back. Standing in the shadows, the feeling was extended, seeped into me like two years ago.

The leaves of the branches trembled touched by the wind, the air was full of their light pop, the stench of bodies crowding the path.

The late afternoon sun posing trunks gave off the smell of wood. The summer is very wet up there, hung in the air at sunset a smell of wild animal. Instinctively, I was immersed in the scent for some time, pressed on the skin, the heat contained in the fabric of the dress responded to the touch of my fingers. I held her hand a little but it would be inappropriate to go, caught by the fear that they were looking at me I have moved without look back. are no longer the same.

on the last months in Italy bears a strange silence, avoiding direct answers and gestures are different kinds of intentions. I know. Delay my reactions, I'm learning slowly to keep the time.

Truth kind that you taught me to understand, "there is always enchanting to look at the trees," showing me the way to get to Yanaka always performs the ritual of the first time. "Trees do not want to reveal everything," you said, "there is still much to discover, the trees have the patience to wait." I savor a deep joy remembering this lesson away with a rush of exhilaration I recapture the meaning of the commandment: honor the wait. With fidelity and tenderness.

(Michael, August 2007)