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 |
The Way to Heaven one broken chain one weak ankle one long flight down to reach the sky below angels in flight must trust the stone the rush the crush let go — hold on © Kåre Enga [181.2] (31.mars.2024) Original: one broken chain one weak ankle one long flight down to reach the sky below an angel in flight must trust the stone the final crush let go — hold on K [181.2] (31.mars.2024) |