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 |
| Ex Note this naked swirl twirling around an empty center, a band of clouds without a chance of rain, the definition of nothing fading to become a ghost that not even radar can be bothered with. I detect your disdain your quick dismissal but once I was a force of nature, once trees bowed before my winds. Now in my nakedness they mock me, offering their shame-covering leaves to others. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.210] (18.agosto.2021) 105.599 |