Es que, cuando te disparan, sangras.
There was a summer song some years ago that said "Japan, is far away, Japan". Maybe being so far away, so inaccesible, that makes that country so fascinating for me.
Years ago I bought some calligraphy...that sentiment made art. And thought, sometime they will hang at my home...and now they are so closed to me. Summer and Winter in the same room.
And easy way of travelling and knowing a country is reading. With who one can start? Is not easy to find japanese translated authors...and I usually star following links...with letter books, with books of writers named in letters, with books recomended by nearly unknowns in italian dinners...
Lately Murakami is near me. Exploring the complex word of human being, calling me at 3 o´clock in the morning asking me the difference between symbol and sign.
Reminding me that my home shoes has something to be with tatami and that this little geisha a friend gave me so much time ago is smiling at me.
And I will write a phrase with fire on my skin: when you are shoot, you bleed.