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 |
Mute Before sunset, before moonrise, when storm clouds cry, I think of you always smiling like morning dew. I have no clue what magic spins from your wand's end; you laugh wherein you make me grin, or smirk, or gush. It's not easy to hide my lust for the stardust caught in your hair. I do not speak. I never share. I do not dare to mouth my thoughts. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.145] (19.juni.2021) A pathya vat for
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