Sadoku

“April is the cruelest month”* no, no my honored, because of our growing older. And some say “The words we know. And nothing’s new. Just memories and impossible desires” Listen! The drum(bayonet) how strikes in moss. Without any ambush. Listen! The bullet against the wind. Sadoku’s roots are fixed into the sea. And there’s no death soil. Beyond dispute we grow older. And everything comes back into uncaused. Mud into mud. Blossom into blossom. The child is dozing in the corner. Like a sparrow. The door is opening. And enter the old Hebrews. They’re sitting down and something start to sing. *T. S. Elliot Sadoku – Japanese morello. It blooms only in April