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 |
Coming of age in Porto So unassuming along the Douro: the greenness of our blooms, how budbreak broke the vintage that year a hailstorm hit, the year our vines were shorn. No fruit borne. This year our green berries blacken with age, beg to be plucked, pressed with the best, fortified in barrels. After angels partake of their share, bottle us up! Send us abroad! Give us a chance to toast your joy. © Kåre Enga (20.april.2017) [174.39] Grape vineyards of the Douro valley, east of Porto. Port wine. Dew Drop Inn #21 ... coming of age. Angel's share = what evaporates from barrels. |