Koshino House, Kobe, Japón, 1980-1984
— “Something that has passed; maybe if it was good, it would have stayed.”
Summer, I am leaving now. The submissive
little hands of your evenings pain me.
You arrive devoutly; you arrive old;
and now you will not find anyone in my soul.
— Cesar Vallejo, from “Summer,” The Complete Poetry (University of California Press, 2007)
LEONARD WONG | A Shaded View On fashion by Diane Pernet
There’s a door that begins with a hole in the heart.
There are these old feelings I carry on the chain.
There are little cloisters of darkness in the light.
There is the desire of the rain for the willow’s roots.
There’s the rain bringing its memories
of what happens higher up.
The dust is…