Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
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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 L 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 ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
| Braúlio Carrillo Deep in this forest the sky's banished, along this path moist tan, beige, brown of rotting leaves and bark, a neverending march of black dots carrying green offerings past mushrooms. In the dark, fungus finds its way. Then beckoning there— across the bridge where a brook babbles: a blotch of red—fallen from above. © Kåre Enga [174.319] (13.january.2017) BC is a national park in Costa Rica. |