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 |
I've been writing... a lot... after the doldrums of August... but I haven't edited and posted. A thought from Castelo Branco... time to eat a hamburger with everything on it. We sit waiting for the bus. It's the driver's lunch break. 2 p.m. Not enough time to wander. Not enough time for anything. Too much vacant time to think. Sitting in the bus/train terminal I watch the children fight the vending machine. They lose... no... they win! I spend 1,20 for a bottle of orange something. It's a hot dry day. One of many this year. Autumn will come when it gets here. It's late. I'm in Évora... of "Os vampiros não vivem em Évora". Those vampire stories need to be finished this November. As I posted at facebook: "A comment to a young friend who is the template for my stories "Os vampiros não vivem em Évora": "In Portugal... wish you were here. "Found" another "vampire-to-be" in Covilhã. She's 18, has fangs and loves to read vampire stories.... little does Mariana know she is one. 😉 Her mother, Isabel, is a hoot-and-a-half. They are so likable... already started on a story. Today in Évora..." I hope to focus on editing and completing these stories when I get back to Montana in two weeks." 81.594 |