[Voyage d'hiver dans l'est d'Hokkaido - le train vers Numero, la pointe glacée de Shunkunitai, la vie l'hiver au lac Furen et un finistère japonais au Cap Nosappu]
On the train to Nemuro Every 5 minutes The single-carriage train stops: Deers are crossing Or a fox Or there's an eagle flying in front of us, so close to the loco that I can count his feathers
Point of Shunkunitai
Bits of drift ice Swans on the Okhotsk Sea Stellar eagle watching us I'm cold
Lake Furen
Lake Furen
Piles of snow on the frozen water
Stellar eagles in the sky
Hovering in silence
White swans on the waving sea Floating for a rest
Tens of deers slowed by the snow
One of them with a broken leg
Pair of cranes roaming the river
Fishing in the winter
If I cross the gaze of an eagle
What do I get ?
What does he get from me ?
If a wild deer looks into my eyes
What's left of it into our lives ?
Who, in that frozen miracle
Is giving, and who
Is the receiver ?
Four o’clock
Daylight declining
It’s the hour of the fox
Rapid red flames running Upon the white vast ground
We slowly head back Filled with wild and white
For all that was offered
Blithely grateful
Cape Nosappu
Eastern end of the Japanese world Popular place to watch The first rising sun of the year In front of empty islands
Claimed by Japan over Russia
The rocks of Habomai
Like the blocks of ice
Like the fish in the stream
Belong only to the sea
Today, there is no one
There is no sun
There is nothing
Just a strong blizzard
The weird sounds
Of the cracking ice
A japanese Sisyphe shovelling the snow
A few eagles fishing
And two lost travelers
Waiting for the bus
