you met me a long time ago,
20 years ago, i counted the passing years
i did not know what your impression of me
was.
when our paths met a few days ago
you wrote me a letter
telling me that i am an ambitious man
there is nothing wrong with ambition
it is a positive trait
to go forward in life
but i am not really ambitious
i live a very simple life
not that kind that Basho lived when he was once here
on this very place of a simple dwelling
a leaking roof where drops of rain serve as count
for the rhythm of
a poem
banana leaves to five space for something green
a perfectly opened window the one that does not close even at night
because we all want to see the hills and trees
the landscape of flowers and grass
we even want to take the roof out
so we can see all the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem