Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "'heart's home'" "In Lagada, la vita" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "Boise City" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "Il pleure (poem). We R puddle-luscious, aujourd'hui." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I wish I were thrilled about this trip. The highlight so far was a ride with Rosa in her car. Lovely lady. She speaks excellent English due to work and clients in the UK, USA And Sweden. Even had a tiny Swedish flag in her car. She showed me some small places without tourists around Alcobaça. Today I'm in Coimbra. So little energy. It's a shame really. I'm looking forward to spending more time in Lisbon before I leave. I arrived exhausted and then didn't feel well. Hopefully I can keep posting photos on facebook as folks seem to enjoy them. And NOT share how depressed I really am some days. That I can share here. Off to Porto tomorrow. |