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 |
What one-hundred dollars buys One red One-hundred dollar bill: enough to buy beef noodles, two oven-baked pepper cakes, a train ride to somewhere near. Money helps—even here; but, where smiles reign, a handshake, a friendly face, true coins-of-the-realm. Yet, the face of Sun Yat-sen, "The Chapter of Great Harmony", Confucius and a mei flower open keys to night markets. Or parks where horny people prowl, eyes diverted or boldly met to welcome prospective surcease from their loneliness. Red flashes from receding cars, a building's ruby neon sign; red bills won't buy sex. Kisses yes. No one charges for blow jobs. © Kåre Enga (15.april.2017) [174.33] Notes: Dew Drop Inn #15. Prompt was 'money'. 100 NT$ (red, the basic bill used in Taiwan) = ~ $3.10. |