Wednesday, November 29, 2006


mountains bleed
the transient world
dreams within a dream

montagnes en sang
le monde éphémère
rêve dans le rêve

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


I was cycling in Nishinomiya, it was around nine in the evening, close to the river. I saw what looked like a drunk or a man unconscious on the side of the road. I looked more carefully and noticed this miracle:
in close embrace
a schoolgirl and her lover
lying down on the pavement
Tendrement enlacés
une écolière et son amoureux
couchés sur le trottoir

Friday, November 17, 2006

Blue mountains

"The blue mountains are constantly walking. The stone woman gives birth to a child in the night".

"An old buddha has said, "Mountains are mountains and waters are waters."

These words do not say that mountains are mountains; they say that mountains are mountains. Therefore, we should thoroughly study these mountains. When we thoroughly study the mountains, this is the mountain training. Such mountains and waters themselves become wise men and sages".

Master Dogen

Friday, November 10, 2006


for Mineko san
a child runs
laughing and crying
with the moon in his arms
un enfant court
riant et pleurant
emportant la lune dans ses bras
hashagu egao no warabe kana
ude ippai no
tsuki zo ahuren

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Metamorphose, Sakaide san's realm

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If you go to Nishinomiya Kitaguchi and if you are really lucky, then you will find Sakaide san's space. Telling you about Sakaide san is impossible... Musician, poet, artist, painter, barman, dreamer, scientist, philosopher he is more than this: a glowing presence and an amazing human being. He has the kindness to translate my cheap poems into Japanese and, no doubt, they sound better! His bar is an incredible den, between the Mos Eisley Cantina, officially named The Emerald Cafe of the Planet Tatooine in Star Wars, Wahroll's world, a beautiful cosy greek taverna on a distant island of the Sporades, an alchemist's cellar, an attic filled with wonders and old books, an observatory from which you can stare at the constellations and stars...A unique atmosphere where creatures of all origins and nationality cruise and drink. This place is a real dream.

Monday, November 06, 2006

the gift

Hanshan and Shide

poems and paintings torn up
thrown into mud, river and fire
raindrops finding the sea

Sunday, November 05, 2006

the birds painter

For Mineko san, everything is possible, a bird might enter a painting, a painted bird can fly away...
he painted singing birds
on a long stretch of rice paper until
they flew away

il peignait des oiseaux chantant
sur une longue bande de papier de riz
jusqu’à ce qu’ils s’envolent

Shrine on sunday

celebration at the Shinto shrine
small dressed up noisy dolls
whirling rainbows
Hashagu ningyoh
niji no iro

Friday, November 03, 2006


for Mineko san,as we walked together in the mountain park today

little maple leaf
her five blood-red fingers
begging for sky
Tenkuh o
nigiran to suru
momiji kana
Petite feuille d erable
tes cinq doigts couleur de sang
mendient un peu de ciel