Newly Created Things
Monday, March 23, 2009
Through the empty arch comes a wind, a mental wind blowing relentlessly over the heads of the dead, in search of new landscapes and unknown accents; a wind that smells of baby’s spittle, crushed grass, and jellyfish veil, announcing the constant baptism of newly created things.
Federico Garcia Lorca
6 comments:
Can't get more newly created than the latest blogpost...
Ooh...
Lorca - hero and poet. (Guy and I had supper once in the very same restuarant he used to frequent in beautiful, awe-inspiring Grenada. I wonder if he also ate their delicious Habas con Jamon?)
Funny...the wind over here smells of Chex Mix and Diet Coke. :)
Seriously Now. That is beautiful and make me yearn for the shore.
Surf City, in particular.
Peace - Rene
Thank you for posting this today.
Omigosh...will you look at that.
Otherworldly...
XO
A.
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