“An autumn eve; There is joy too, In loneliness.” Yosa Buson / 1716 – 1783 In the metro, I can hear their underground prayers. I met those souls, I felt their torments. Their hands, like haikus, speak about distress, love, loneliness, determination, fear ou friendship. In the metro, I met them; they told me thousand stories. I share them with you today. www.laxalt.com
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