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 |
| Superbowl LII for Kiya Eagles soared through overcast skies to bring back sun. Frankly, I didn't care who won. All was already lost and done, a day of tossing pigskin, a pig's opinion not-with-standing. Only patriots were allowed to voice their thoughts—and although I had many— I wasn't one of the anointed ones to share for my friends demeaned, deported. Despair hunted those who still had hearts; so, we prayed that eagles would soar high enough to bring back souls for patriots who'd lost them. © Kåre Enga [174.330] (4.february.2018) Minutes earlier version: Superbowl for Kiya Eagles soared through overcast skies to bring back sun. Frankly, I didn't care who won. All was already lost and done, a day of tossing pigskin, a pig's opinion not-with-standing. Only patriots were allowed to voice their thoughts—and although I had many— I wasn't one of the anointed ones. For my friends demeaned, depressed, deported; despair hunted those who still had hearts; still, we prayed that eagles would soar high enough to bring back souls for those who'd lost them. © Kåre Enga [174.330] (4.february.2018) 83.232 |