Monday, May 08, 2006

vento...wind...

A South Wind—has a pathos

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A South Wind—has a pathos
Of individual Voice—
As One detect on Landings
An Emigrant's address.

A Hint of Ports and Peoples—
And much not understood—
The fairer—for the farness—
And for the foreignhood.

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, May 07, 2006

Saturday, May 06, 2006

Friday, May 05, 2006

Monday, May 01, 2006

Sunday, April 30, 2006

Saturday, April 29, 2006

pombo... pigeon...

pigeons, Taisen said,
are simple, peaceful creatures;
a Zen way of life.
cdg

Thursday, April 27, 2006

gaivotas...seagulls...

seagulls in the sky
flying up and gliding down
playing with the wind.
cdg

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Monday, April 24, 2006

Sunrise and sunset today...


I'll tell you how the Sun rose --
A Ribbon at a time --
The Steeples swam in Amethyst --
The news, like Squirrels, ran --
The Hills untied their Bonnets --
The Bobolinks -- begun --
Then I said softly to myself --
"That must have been the Sun"!
But how he set -- I know not --
There seemed a purple stile
That little Yellow boys and girls
Were climbing all the while --
Till when they reached the other side,
A Dominie in Gray --
Put gently up the evening Bars --
And led the flock away --

Emily Dickinson

Sunday, April 23, 2006