Meo Fusciuni - SogniSOGNI "I woke up, my body lying on the tatami, the smell of the rush reaches me, like a hand resting on my shoulder, it's scent mingles with that of the pine needles of my bonsai tree. I read until I fell asleep, a short story of Kawabata. The vase in the tokonoma, a white peony. Far away, the bamboo forest wet with autumn rain, frames the red maples. The ryokan room is bare. There's only a small wooden table to write on and a deep scent of