Status Updates From The Poems of Nakahara Chuya

“II the snow which falls on me falls like petals when the burning firewood makes a noise and the frozen sky darkens the snow which fell on me”
I think the most beautiful part of this is the translation
I understand nothing but also somethings, it makes sense but you have to think about it
“infancy the snow which fell on me was like floss silk childhood”
Something about nurturing a childhood or missing it?

Song of Upbringing I infancy the snow which fell on me was like floss silk childhood the snow which fell on me was like sleet seventeen to nineteen the snow which fell on me dropped like hail twenty to twenty-two

It’s ight

Life hits different when you’re unemployed

🥲

Lo que cambia un libro cuando lo lees al paso del tiempo es una locura

Hoy es dia de releer