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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 |
My Lifelong Friend Two days after the Ides of April, the Tax-Man looms casting shadows gloomier than the collapsing market. He wants a pound of tears and flesh regardless of whether the crops came in or customers paid their debts. Life is such a bummer. First you slobber then you work until skin wrinkles, teeth fall out and knees no longer bend. Give me Death — at least it ends when My Lifelong Friend takes me by the hand to a neverland where taxes cannot follow. © Kåre Enga (15.april.2025) [182.25] 12 lines 122.825 |