Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() ![]() 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 |
Defy the Sky! 'round and 'round we never know who'll fly off first, who'll live to go fetch our mother, father, aunt who'll rush to tend our bloody pants or bend to hush our wails and pleas and gently plead with us to please be more careful next time we fly 'round and 'round to defy the sky © Kåre Enga [179.113] (30.desember.2022) |
Best-by date I have waited long past my best-by date and now — now you make an offer — I cannot refuse. Good things come to those who wait, even those who survive past their best-by date. KE [179.105] (14.desember.2022) |