Basho in the summer of 1694 he went to Osaka. He died there, after writing his latest haiku: Traveling, sick the way of my dreams on a dry wash. http://www.amazon.com/Matsuo-Basho-Makoto-Ueda/dp/0870115537 http://www.amazon.it/111-HAIKU-BASHO-MATSUO/dp/8877992506  

……………………………………………..Castrogiovanni, Sunday, April 29, 1787. The old Enna he reserved the harshest of welcome: a room with brick, with taxes but no windows, so we had to choose between staying seated us in the dark or expose ourselves again to the squalls we had just escaped. Devoured some remains of our provisions and, after having a bad night, solemnly we …

THE CARE I’ll protect you from the fears of hypochondria from disturbances that will meet today for your street. Injustices and deceptions of your time, from the failures that your nature will attract. Will relieve you from pain and your mood swings, the obsessions of your delusions. Overcome the gravitational currents, space and light to not grow old. And heal …

I WISH I COULD A QUIET CORNER I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby’s very own world. I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows. Those who make believe to be dumb, and look …

I ASK FOR A MOMENT’S INDULGENCE TO SIT BY THY SIDE   I ask for a moment’s indulgence to sit by thy side. The works that I have in hand I will finish afterwards. Away from the sight of thy face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shoreless sea of …

An institution, an unwritten law, in my beloved city, is one that concerns the complex rituals of a drink, coffee. A few years ago, I was not going to Marthinho de Arcada, the Terreiro do Paco, because it was full of state officials, obviously in suits, I preferred, instead, the Cafe Brasileiro (full of friends, who like me were dating …