Japan is delicate when it does not overflow, It is contained, and does not let the demon emerge from a loneliness that is pandemic and produces filias that are confused with phobias. There are few countries that generate the curiosity and fascination that Japan generates me. I went twice and it may not be any. You don't finish understanding it. It is as if everything was covered by a fine silk that you raise and discover that there is another, and another, and another… Until all together you understand that they have the thickness of the wool blankets of the steppes.
Japan is lined in its beauty, as if this more than a will was born from a demand. That dictates their poems, His famous haikus, in which words are measured to avoid falling into the sin of excess. «Beautiful snowflakes, None fall out, anywhere », One of the most famous says. And they don't need to say more. Like that woman I found in Kyoto sitting looking at the garden. His body was a cedar, His neck was wax and his kimono opened as if he slipped on the wood. Everything had an order in his position, In his gesture. Beauty. Japan.
