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 |
Rhyan Wet leaves and wet pavement, neon lights reflecting autumn's despair... and delight. You aren't here, Rhyan, to share a cup of coffee, stories of my trip, your life in the tropical isles. I wish you were. The skies cloud up and drip and there's no respite from the chill except inside where Norwegians go about being... Norwegian... each in a world unto themselves and the three friends they share their life with. It's dark and lonely in Oslo. Your smile would light it up. © Kåre Enga (23-24.oktober.2017) [174.283a&b] 81.626 |