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 |
Our Beloved Country we suffer the old the young those who have hurt others their wounded victims when will we forgive their sins our sins how soon will what drives us apart bring us together in the end the father of the murdered son the father of the killer meet in grief if they can forgive ... when will we ask for forgiveness when will we embrace KE [177.21] (6.april.2020) "Cry, The Beloved Country" by Alan Paton. 104,040 |