Hier had eigenlijk de foto van gisteren moeten staan, maar ja, die staat er al, dus dan de foto van vandaag, met het gedichtje van gisteren.
‘The old poets of China
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its business.
It does not believe that I do not want it.
Now I understand, why the old poets of China
Went so far and so high into the mountains.
And then crept into the pale mist.
Van de bergen en het water 