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 |
Hallucination Nation You scream "Mandrake!" As if female drakes existed, and criss-crossed your path then sprayed their juice into your mouth to heal the pain or end it. So, you think there's magic brewing in my pot? Oh, if you truly knew you'd leave right now and outrun your clutching shadow. © Kåre Enga 2021 [178.225] for "EXPRESS IT IN EIGHT" |