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 |
24.กุมภาพันธ์.2566. Inspired by a scene in "My School President". When rains fall When rains fall as they must fall every winter will you let me cry alone or offer your umbrella. Will tear-drops I shed mean nothing, as my words have always meant nothing, or will rain-songs wash away pain and this dust of summer. Beyond shimmers of doubt will healing-harmonies join in. © Copyright 2023 Kåre Enga [179.143] (24.februar.2023) |