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 |
| Waiting for the trash Lost thoughts, half-baked ideas, old photos no one asks to see, the litter of a life lived long but not too well it seems. Their stench of disappointment fades and in that box I never open daydreams I dared to dream. They beg to be released, but I've ignored them for so long they're just memories waiting for the trash like that tiny box you ask about, as if you do not know that's where I've kept my heart hoping it would someday grow. © Kåre Enga [177.129] (9.juli.2020) (14 lines) For:
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