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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() Temple of Music Pum, pum, pum! Better the crack of fireworks than the discharge of pistols as pigeons take flight to the descant of stars, the flutter of wings, the flute of red cars. At night the old dome glows golden, by day birds roost round their home; outside, plumaria-fragrance. By day, we circle around it to get to somewhere or stop to watch youthful jugglers, skate boarders or dancers, breaking the boredom of one more rainy day. We stay to watch fireworks lift over the not-so-distant plaza hear sounds of the party lit by the stars that dance to a pum, pum, pum, the whoosh of grey wings, the flute of red cars. © Kåre Enga [166.233] 2009-10-18 ![]() Just because... weaving thoughts, memories and experiences to go with the pictures I posted. The Templo de Música is in downtown San José. ![]() ![]() ![]() ...stuffed sardines, but with laughter sauce today ...naked and lobster steamed under streams of hot water ...I am Hamlet, waiting for Godot ...please, send in the clowns carrying guns Time to go read entry: "Invalid Entry" ![]() ![]() ![]() Okay... still not feeling well. Hmmm. Someone will say that I need to see a doctor. I will respond that I should've gone years ago... So... listless. Did go out for sushi. Did read some blogs. Slept a lot the last three days. Today never warmed up. Last evening the dead leaves of the poplars were falling in a disconsolate melody. But my camera was "full" so I didn't record it. Did manage to save all my pictures to the computer. I can delete some things on the SD card now if I choose and free up some space. ![]() 54,908 views |