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 |
Remains of the weekend Remains of the weekend a four hour bus ride spent in tears kept to myself leaking like the lies I told to try to fit in. Now fifty years older and still tearful; I never fit in. But I still remember that Monday, standing out of body behind myself then smoking Derbys as if that could lessen the pain in that land of personal strife, now only memories, the remains of my life © Kåre Enga (20.octubre.2024) |