martedì 13 settembre 2016


mattina, il fiume, intensa profondità
l'incanto delle bolle che cercano la via

"One warm afternoon in a school, he set a class to write
the seventeen syllables of a haiku, and noticed one boy
still chewing his pencil, unable to begin. He said he was
'no good at writing'. Oliver asked him what he liked,
and he said 'swimming'. Then he wrote this:

water calm and clear
I dive in, disturbing it.
bubbles rise and break
(Roger Deakin, Waterlog)

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