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 |
Beside you It was after everything burned blue, long after life had turned to dust when only light and darkness ruled and all that was left of justice was just us. I remember that day Zmitri, how we held hands until we froze gazing out at nothingness to see the dangerous paths we'd chosen. We'd show them! Yet now cold spheres again align; skies sparkle with a bluish hue. Wherever you are these same moons shine but I'd rather hold hands beside you, beside you. © Kåre Enga (19.june.2017) [174.147.zm] /30:18.2/ |