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 |
| Man at work, 2021 We are tired — months, years, centuries of tired. We peek out not knowing whether it's safe today, praying that it'll be safe someday. But when? There are no answers to when wars end. They stop for a brief moment, perhaps for months, maybe for years, seldom for centuries. Interludes restore our hope for peace — then shatter the calm as wars start again. Is it safe to come out? Is it safe, my friend? peeking out of a manhole cover — rejoining the world © Kåre Enga [177.300] (25.desember.2020) Note: incorporates "tataki #8" based on "Man at Work" bronze in Bratislava, Slovakia. Trinket: 104769 |