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[Japanease]
Every kiss has the smell of perspiration.When pilgrims finish the dayfs walk, they greet each other by hugging and kissing. The pilgrims, who have walked all day under the hot sun, are all drenched with perspiration. Every spot they kiss smells of perspiration.However, the smell of sweat is evidence of our accomplishment after walking the hard and strenuous roads. It may be an unpleasant odor to some people, but for the pilgrims it is a form of medal.
[season words] perspiration Sunflowers, hanging our laundry next to each otherfs.Sunflowers, hanging our laundry next to each otherfs.When pilgrims arrive at a lodge, the first thing they do is to take a shower and then they do their laundry. Both men and women hang their clothes, everything from T-shirts to underwear, in the same place without any embarrassment. Rather we feel a strange closeness as we hang our laundry next to each otherfs when we may never see each other again. It is a healthy relationship like sunflowers blooming under the bright Spanish sun. It is because, as pilgrims, we have the same goal.
[season words] sunflowers Amapola, the rays of the Spanish sun are piercing like arrows.They say that the Spanish sun shines with a sharp pain. Its heat is burning, as if it is piercing our skin. And the red flower, Amapola, blooms in the intensity of this sun.In Spain, all colors are bright. The sky is deep-blue, the greenery is dark, and the color of Amapola is red like blood. Because they grow in the bright piercing sun, the colors of nature in Spain must be deep. The bull-fights, flamenco, love, nature; I found Spain to be ga country of passionh in every way.
[season words] Amapola Under the inescapable blazing sun, the crosses stand.Along the santiago pilgrimage roads, we find crosses standing here and there. Most of those crosses belong to the pilgrims who died with their goals unaccomplished. They could not continue their journeys to Santiago, nor could they return to their homes. Those crosses cast their black shadows with no way of escaping from the scorching Spanish sun. They seem to symbolize the severity of the life-risking pilgrimage, and our fate which is inescapable by human power.
[season words] blazing sun translated by Mineko Azuma
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