Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
[Beneath this sky of one thousand stars] Beneath this sky of one thousand stars I wish that we-two might hug; to be loved by one whom I love well tis sweeter than wine filled jugs. To be held by one who loves me well in spite of my deep black hole, Oh, cleave to me now until Death's door liberates our starbound souls. © Kåre Enga [177.303] 8 lines: 9/7/9/7 (97.97 D) xaxa xbxb For:
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