Peripheries of Heaven
“I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens. I’ve been knocking from the inside.” ~ Rumi
Colors
Yellow is the color of my true love’s hair In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That’s the time, That’s the time I love the best Blue is the color of the sky-y-y In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That’s the time, That’s the time I love the best Green is the color of the sparkling corn In the morning, when we rise In the morning, when we rise That’s the time That’s the time I love the best Mellow is… Read More
“Because” Inspired by Beatles
“Because” the words are wrong “It makes me cry” “Because” the words are wrong Yet, I still try to word: If one you love the most Keeps Punching you with Emotional, financial, physical Imbalances Over, And over, And over. And you keep Enabling, And enabling, And enabling. For years and years and years. Is it love, help, support, love? Or is it offering a wooden crutch To somebody Who can fly Somebody who should!? Inspired by Beatles’ Song – Because ————————————————————————————————————————- Thoughts are welcome
Duende
All through Andalusia, from the rock of Jaén to the snail’s-shell of Cadiz, people constantly talk about the duende and recognize it wherever it appears with a fine instinct. That wonderful singer El Lebrijano, creator of the Debla, said: ‘On days when I sing with duende no one can touch me.’: the old Gypsy dancer La Malena once heard Brailowsky play a fragment of Bach, and exclaimed: ‘Olé! That has duende!’ but was bored by Gluck, Brahms and Milhaud. And Manuel Torre, a man who had more culture in his veins than anyone I’ve known, on hearing Falla… Read More
Moni Mon Amie
“O, Moni Hours become years when you’re gone!” Astonishing, heartbreaking and beautiful “The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.” ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
NANA G SMITH 