“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.