Japanese tale #53 – Stormy dreams

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Once upon a time, in remote area of Mie, was a mighty dragon who lived nestled in the depths of Osugidani river.

As fearless as the beast itself, the mountain stream flowed swift, bouncing among ancient trees and leaping over rocks in thunderous waterfalls. Lire la suite

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Japanese tale #52 – Soot coat, silk coat

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Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, the Crow did not wear the feathers coat as deep as the night we know today.

In this remote past, most forest birds were buttoned up from tails to beaks in austere frocks of dusty greys and muddy browns, living hidden in high trees and under thick brambles.

Crow truly stood out from this mousy crowd. Dazzling and grand, he owned the most striking attire, as colorful as a rainbow. Lire la suite

Japanese tale #50 – Eye for eye

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Once upon a time, in old Edo, there was a man named Denshi who ruled a small circus​.

He had various numbers, from dog’s acrobatics to simple smoke and mirrors tricks, yet public was getting more and more scarce every passing day.

One evening, he overheard two young men talking excitedly outside his hut:

– Have you heard about the new haunted house? People say it’s such a great freak show: they even have a ghost! Let’s go check it, I am sure we’re going to love it! Lire la suite

Japanese tale #40 – A nimble hand

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Once upon a time, an old and venerable temple overlooked a mighty river. For miles around many came to pray there, dearly hoping to encounter its high priest.

Ruling over the monks for years, he was a revered man, famous for his moral rectitude. Unwavering, he would never pardon his flock if their regrets were not honest and absolutely sincere.

Yet, under his stern face and austere attitude, the high priest also had good heart and was always ready to guide lost souls on the path of redemption. Lire la suite

Japanese tale #39 – The Moon Spirit

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Once upon a time, the moon was inhabited by a divine spirit. Beautiful as it was, glowing pale as the purest jewel, the spirit felt very lonely. Up in its remote hiding, a world of silvery rocks and limpid silence, it longed for a companion.

Far below, the earth was full of life. Each time the moon spirit looked down it could see humans and animals, climbing the tallest mountains, riding the deepest seas. In forests and fields, shores and caves, mortals beings thrived.

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