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 |
| An Alpha Valentine Six seven Eight nine Ten eleven You're mine © Kåre Enga 25.november.2025 [182.a] "Be mine" or "Please be mine" would be more polite than mimicking Fuentes' "Your body my choice". "Be Mine?" may be Beta. Beta's Valentine Six seven Eight nine Ten eleven Be mine? © Kåre Enga 25.november.2025 [182.b] Truthfully... Alphas may lead, but Betas clean up the messes and continue the "species". Copies survive long after the originals are lost. |