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 |
House of Orange-Combover and random thoughts. 1. The House of Orange-Combover (because Orange-Nassau rules The Netherlands): King Donald 1st, Queen Consort Melania and Crown Princess Ivanka. 2. For eight years, Barack and Michele have been called 'niggers' behind their backs. They've responded with grace and style. Do not expect a similar response for the next four years. 3. I loved the color orange! It was warm and rhymed with nothing. So me. But now it has been stolen to fir under a crown for a clown. Without orange I'm left without rainbows. Sad, sad me. 4. "because if I share my name, I might lose my citizenship." 5. Orange limp growth covers an empty landscape. How much Monsanto does he shower with? 6. "Grow some balls" said the bull to the cow. "I ate yours for supper" she replied, "been sick for four years". |