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 |
Mr. LeTang, JD graduates An expectant crowd stands as the bagpipes enter. A procession of gowns and mortar boards, a trail of black and maroon and purple. This is how we'll remember you: young and expectant, gown swishing, maroon cord around your neck, one among a row of black birds on a bench, like penitents begging. Then they call your name, granting your most fervent wish. They place a cape over your head; it hangs down your back. Recession pipes bellow, beg us to follow out. We take photos. Few turn out, but we won't forget. Kåre Enga (20.mayo) [174.90] |