Parole semplici per concetti complessi. Miscellaneous musings on bonsai, gay life, personal evolution, gardening, family, and pretty much anything else I feel like blogging about, with occasional contributions from my dog, Sofia and my cat, Banzai.
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(Here it comes again, here it comes again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you
A stereoview consists of a pair of nearly identical images that appear three-dimensional when viewed through a stereoscope, because each eye sees a slightly different image. This illusion of depth can also be recreated with animated GIFs like the ones here, which were created from Flickr images posted by Okinawa Soba. Follow the links under each animation for the original stereoviews and background information.
Rikugien Garden (Tokyo): It’s not as centrally located as Tokyo’s other gardens, but Rikugien stands out not only for its quintessentially Japanese setting but also because its vistas are unmarred by surrounding skyscrapers. Created in 1702 and later donated to the city by the founder of Mitsubishi, it boasts a strolling path around a pond complete with islets, teahouses, and arched bridges.
Sankeien Garden (Yokohama): Historic villas, tea arbors, a farmhouse, a pagoda, and other authentic buildings, all set in a century-old landscaped garden with ponds and streams, make this one of the most interesting and picturesque gardens in Japan.
Ryoanji Temple (Kyoto): Japan’s most famous Zen rock garden, laid out at the end of the 15th century, consists of moss-covered boulders and raked pebbles enclosed by an earthen wall. It is said that it’s impossible to see all 15 rocks from any vantage point. Come early in the morning for some peaceful meditation and to beat the crowds.
Katsura Imperial Villa (Kyoto): Designed by Japan’s most famous gardener, Kobori Enshu, the garden surrounding this imperial villa is, in my view, Japan’s most beautiful. A “strolling garden,” its view changes with every step but is always complete, perfectly balanced, and in harmony. It’s well worth the extra effort involved to see it.
Saihoji (Kyoto): Popularly known as the Moss Temple, Saihoji boasts Japan’s most famous moss garden, with more than 100 varieties spread throughout the grounds, giving off an iridescent glow. It’s especially beautiful after a rainfall.
Kenrokuen Garden (Kanazawa): Considered by some to be Japan’s grandest landscape garden (and rated one of the “three best”), Kenrokuen is also one of the largest. The garden took 150 years to complete and consists of ponds, streams, rocks, mounds, trees, grassy expanses, and footpaths. Best of all, no tall buildings detract from the views. After Katsura , this is my top choice.
Koko-en (Himeji): It isn’t old (it was laid out in 1992), but this is a wonderful surprise package of nine small gardens, each one different but typical of gardens during the Edo Period, which lasted from 1603 to 1867. Upon seeing what can be accomplished with skill and money in little more than 16 years, some gardeners may turn green with envy.
Korakuen Garden (Okayama): Rated one of Japan’s three most beautiful gardens and protected by laws limiting the size of surrounding buildings, Korakuen was completed in 1700 and incorporates the surrounding hills and Okayama Castle into its design. It’s definitely worth a visit if you’re in the vicinity, though personally, I like Kenrokuen more.
Ritsurin Park (Takamatsu): Dating from the 17th century, this former private retreat of the ruling Matsudaira clan is an exquisite strolling garden that incorporates Mount Shiun in its landscaping and boasts 1,400 pine trees and 350 cherry trees. Stop for tea in the Feudal-Era teahouse and contemplate the view at leisure.
Sengan’en (Kagoshima): Laid out more than 300 years ago by the Shimadzu clan, this summer retreat with a 25-room villa was known for its poem-composing parties, held beside a rivulet that still exists. After touring the garden and villa, be sure to visit the nearby museum with relics belonging to the Shimadzu family. This garden is one of my favorites. (More)
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Non vorrei crepare prima di aver conosciuto i cani neri del messico che dormono senza sognare. Le scimmie dal culo pelato divoratrici di fiori tropicali I ragni d’argento dal nido pieno di bolle Non vorei crepare senza sapere se la luna dietro la faccia di vecchia moneta abbia una parte puntuta se il sole sia freddo se le quattro stagioni siano poi veramente quattro senza aver tentato di sfoggiare un vestito lungo i grandi viali alberati senza aver contemplato la bocca delle fogne senza aver ficcato il cazzo in certi angoli bizzarri Non vorrei crepare senza conoscere la lebbra o le sette malattie che si prendono laggiù il buono e il cattivo non mi tormenterebbero se sapessi che ci sarà una prima volta e troverò pure tutto ciò che conosco tutto ciò che apprezzo e sono sicuro mi piace il fondo verde del mare dove ballano i filamenti delle alghe sulla sabbia ondulata la terra bruciata di giugno la terra che si screpola ed i baci di colei che mi fa stravedere la bella per essenza il mio orsachiotto,l’orsola Non vorrei crepare prima di aver consumato la sua bocca con la mia bocca il suo corpo con le mie mani il resto con i miei occhi non dico altro bisogna restare umili Non vorrei crepare prima che abbiano inventato le rose eterne la giornata di due ore il mare in montagna la montagna al mare la fine del dolore i giornali a colori la felicità dei ragazzi e tante cose ancora che dormono nei crani degli ingegneri geniali dei giardinieri allegri di socievoli socialisti di urbani urbanisti e di pensierosi pensatori tante cose da vedere da vedere e da sentire tanto tempo da aspettare da cercare nel nero e io vedo la fine che brulica e che arriva con la sua gola schifosa e che m’apre le braccia da rana storpia Non vorrei crepare nossignore nossignora prima di aver assaporato il piacere che tormenta il gusto più intenso Non vorrei crepare prima di aver gustato il sapore della morte… (Boris Vian)
Je voudrais pas crever
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