Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: Waking up. Not that my writing is cheerful though... wrote a poem about an abandoned bear cub... in Spanish. I'll need to establish a site for my poems in Spanish under my pseudonym. I could make it a "second account" here... but not sure that's what I want to do. And then I'll have to check out Orkut as Spanish/Portuguese speakers abound there; better than Facebook in that regards. Wish there were a Spanish equivalent to WDC... there probably is... but where? I wouldn't have much on-line. Most needs major re-editing. Today I checked with Erika (from Chile). I made up three words. But... all are consistent with the morphology, semantics and rhythm of the language. The only word Erika had trouble with was the Spanish word for bear-cub! No bears in the part of Chile she hails from. So... I'm at Bernice's Bakery eating hot sourdough buns (Sardinian with artichokes; roasted red pepper with cream cheese). Sucks to be me! YOU: At least the folks here comment on my writing! I swear... I get more comments on my photos at Facebook (and I'm no photographer). So, thank-you everyone. 19,870 |