Osaka no se impone. Se camina.
Templos con gente, calles llenas, entradas que se cruzan sin detenerse.
Otoño, luz baja, pasos tranquilos.
No hay ruptura entre lo sagrado y lo cotidiano. Todo ocurre a la vez.
Osaka does not impose itself.
It is walked. Temples with people, crowded streets, thresholds crossed without stopping.
Autumn, low light, steady steps.
There is no rupture between the sacred and the everyday. Everything happens at once.