Sunday, March 23, 2003
On the beach of Maremma, 10 a.m.
I am walking. I am doing my “Daily Walking.”
It’s a work, a wave of circles, with the ball,
which I got on the way going to the beach,
at the center.
My feet hurt, it’s not an easy work.
Sometimes it’s very heavy to move.
I can’t write much because if I stop long,
I will be cold.
I have to keep walking to be warm.
I don’t know when I will stop.
The circle keeps growing longer and longer.
It’s hard like daily life.
Sometimes it is so boring,
you keep walking and walking.
Sometimes you wonder what you're doing for,
why you do that while people lie in the sun and enjoy.
Hey but you yourself can enjoy it too.
I sing “Tình bằng có cái trống cơm…” *
my feet are stronger,
my walking steps are quicker, I feel joyful.
Now I walk in the sun, there’s the sea.
They are circles, you go round and round,
your whole life, circle and circle,
day and night...
(Excerpts from journal)
* a Vietnamese children's traditional song