Chapter 9 9

The traveler is satisfied with his new itinerary, Hope to find happiness there, Even his memories. Alby opened before me, A leaf of Albizia julienne, tender and friendly. —but cathedrals are hard to conquer, its smooth walls; sword-shaped windows Draw my emotions away. The west wind blows, from Spain, With a drop of sorrow, an ocean atom. Indus greeting each other like pilgrims in green robes Long drive, full of dust. I still don't know what the world is, A great wave drowns the senses, Courage, peace, and the still light in the lantern Say goodbye to death with us tonight;

tired but fertile dream Pass us like relentless pilgrims. The patient cathedral stood silently. The clouds swim, lazily, sleepily, Like lowland rivers. The rocket bow aimed at me, but kept moving. you are no longer here, But I live, live and look around, I see my breath congealed into a ball Rolling along the narrow country roads. A traveler who believes in nothing, I found myself in a strange city, one summer. The bodhi tree is in full bloom, and the flowers and leaves of the strangeness are more numerous. Strangers roam the avenues, Slowly, with apprehension, perhaps because The setting sun is heavier than the horizon,

asphalt scarlet may Not only the shadow, the guillotine Not only to embellish the museum. Group of bells and Naruto's church tower clock Means more than they usually mean. Maybe that's why travelers always ask Reach out to your chest and touch it carefully See if his return ticket is still there: Back to the place where he used to live.