sayonara sakura

i pack my luggage, filling it with illusions

crossing grey skies, heading to a new world

arriving at a beautiful place, maybe my destination

i'm in paradise, drawn with pink clouds 

there is a place for me, between fields of cherry trees

that invite me to dream, dazzled by their petals

flowers that float distractedly, playing with the wind

unable to catch its fleeting sparkles

ancient temples, sacred places

i feel free again, walking barefoot

spaces flooded with oriental wisdom

virtuosity that spoils my ignorance

sakura is surprising for the traveller

free spirits walk around wearing their kimonos

they indulge with delight in the tea ceremony,

it all happens now, just before the after

whispers of peace can be heard in its gardens

someone cares for the fragility of nature

in his hands the beauty of the place grows,

his work is admirable, beyond my reason

without understanding his words, I get his message

he doesn't need to have more, his garden is his fortune.

he just wants to be who he is, not afraid to lose himself here

i feel so happy by his side, his presence is a gift

i don't want this dream to end,

may it become a memory

i arrived in sakura without anyone,

but now i know i'm coming back with me