We had to wait to hear the never-ending resonance of the city to listen to the peaceful silence of the parks composed of centuries old trees. The green of the lust forests never seemed so green than in front of the grey tons of the asphalt. The gigantic dimension of the temple inspired a deep breath of air in the middle of these condensed cities, where spaces is so limited. The Shinto shrine were revealed by the delicate amble of a woman in kimono, and the geiko or geisha seemed to bring a soul to the little alley with traditional wooden houses, and sliding doors made of papers. These women also represent the delicacy and the elegance of the Japanese culture and at the same time the impenetrable access of its world, of its mystery.
In Japan, everything is perfect, clean, safe, but as the view on the solar eclipse that darkened its land during May, Japan is shaken by the last events, creating a loss of energy in this spiritual land, a fear, a difficulty to assemble the contrasts that form its universe. A sorrow, a fatigue spreading over its territory. A conscience looking for its identity.
Japan fascinated us, nourished in our curiosity to reach its heart. Finally our Japan was hidden in the peculiar chants of the frogs that were wakening us up with the first minute of daylight, to enter a luxurious world of its intense green forests. It was the small path navigating between the hills, following the stream that slowing became a river, following the exquisite smell of the vegetation, the sweetness of the flowers, the powerful scent of the cedars, the inspiring perfumes and the rebellious fragrances. It was the road that brought us from islands to islands crossing ocean with powerful current creating whirlpools. It was the sliver roofs crossing one over the other, protecting the small wooden houses. It was the small gardens created with the perfectly shaped bonsai. It was the reflection of the water from the rice paddies built in terrace. It was the bright orange Tori opening the sacred spaces of the Shinto shrines. It was the dark green of the tea plantation accentuating this green universe.
Japan was a symphony of minute details, the perfume we breathe and that sometimes dissipates, just before we can catch its uniqueness.