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 LV COMMENTS! 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 Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
"Bittersweet, for the most part bitter" Off to Hat Yai to sing karaoke, visit the markets, the babes of the night. Bitter lips and ripened oranges. Bittersweet, for the most part bitter. Off to Malaysia to stay in a hostel, explore the city, inhale duck rice, and fish satay by the bay. Bittersweet, for the most part bitter. Return to Thailand, visa problems, nine hour train ride, arrive, Pan not home. No one to hug, sleep alone. Bittersweet, for the most part bitter. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga (2.desember.2023) |