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The old pond
A frog jumps in —
The sound of the water.

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Nel vecchio stagno
una rana si tuffa -
Rumore d'acqua.

(Matsuo Bashō)

Over the wintry
forest, winds howl in rage
with no leaves to blow.

(Natsume Soseki)

Mist before the peak -
the dream
Goes on

(Jack Kerouac)

Over the mountain bright
the full white moon now smiles . . .
On the flower-thief

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O luna del monte,
illumina la via
al ladro dei fiori.

(Kobayashi Issa)

The pond and the river
have become one,
In the spring rain,

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Si mescolano
il lago e il fiume
nella pioggia di primavera.

(Yosa Buson)

Spring rain:
I am certain I saw
the spirits of stones.

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Nella pioggia primaverile
di certo, è uscito
lo spiritello della pietra.

(Murakami Kijo)

The wind of Mt. Fuji
I've brought on my fan!
a gift from Edo.

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Il vento del fuji
nel mio ventaglio
porto in dono a Edo

(Matsuo Bashō)

Trombone jazz,
Tende che si muovono,
Pioggia di primavera.

(Jack Kerouac)

No sky
no earth - but still
snowflakes fall

(Hashin)

I am one
Who eats his breakfast,
Gazing at morning glories.

(Matsuo Bashō)

Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!

(Etsujin)

I kill an ant
and realize my three children
have been watching.

(Shuson Kato)

First autumn morning:
the mirror I stare into
shows my father's face.

(Kijo Murakami)

The summer river:
although there is a bridge, my horse
goes through the water.

(Masaoka Shiki)

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My Life in Haiku.. by Alberto Savoi
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Haiku 11 September 2009







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I jump on a train -

life is going on, out of

my window... a slideshow.

(Alberto Savoi)




Salto su un treno,

e la vita continua, fuori dal

finestrino. Una diapositiva

(Alberto Savoi)

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Haiku 6 September 2009
















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A bunch of grapes -

future wine and adventure friend.

Now is sleeping in the sun.

(Alberto Savoi)



Un grappolo d'uva -

sarà vino e amico d'avventure.

Ora dorme al sole.

(Alberto Savoi)



Uvas al sol,

futuras aventuras,

sueños de alcohol.

(Translated by Jose Luis Mejia)

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Haiku 5 September 2009 - Jose Luis Mejia



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The roses have wings,

made of dreams

.. and butterflies.

(Jose Luis Mejia)



Tienen las rosas a

las que son de sueños

y mariposas.

(Jose Luis Mejia)



Le rose hanno ali

fatte di sogni

.. e farfalle.

(Translated by Alberto Savoi)

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