Three japanese ladies perched on a bonzai tree
peeping like charming educated birds
in a conventional tone ,neither too high ,nor too low,
with a touch of ceremonial silkiness ,and mischievous
sweetness in their eyes ...
Three japanese ladies on a day that was hesitant
to choose its seasonal dress, jasmin dream,
or haiku programmed on a celestial koto ,
light musicality floating on a tea scent ...
Slim princesses delicately sipping
two infused words in present time and early meiji era,
pleasant conversation exchanged between Tokyo
and a quiet Brussels bar or somewhere else in the imaginary...
As if animated by a secret code,they all laughted at the same time,
fell silent and smiled like the mysterious ballet of bees
in the summer ritualized rustle ...
My soul was penetrated by the meaning of their secret foraging ,
losing itself in captivating sounds and bewitching music,
ancient entity reincarnated ...
Three japanese ladies like migrating swallows
inviting us to travel ?
Maybe that\'s what hapiness is all about ...