I can not do to pretend that nothing has happened .. gets really too bad ..
then the 'impotence .. can only read and listen to the news arriving.
Feeling helpless in the face of terrible power, devastating .. of land, the sea .. 
A land I always loved that dream of visiting .. people so far away from us .. with customs, traditions so different and yet so close .. in the heart. 
Maybe because I always felt a certain attraction to this country which I think has happened here. I feel really mourning. And I can not leave a mark, a candle for them.
".. the Fujama watching over me .. .. .. reflections on my thoughts in a cup of fragrant tea .. that is .. under the almond trees in bloom ... "
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