Drink your poetry
spread your voice like a sunrise
a siren to wake slumbering streets and balconies
bringing new pitch, efforts, and emotions
getting lost in crowds, fiestas, and promenades
Speak. Be a poet
Be vibrant like bougainvillea in the backyards
flowers overflowiing over a concrete fence.
Sometimes we walk in a painted drama
Or a recited poetry
Not hurried or loud
Like a leaf falling on a stream
There are things we don’t understand like shuffling papers
Or how we fold an umbrella after the rain
And we smile
We continue our walk doing crossword puzzles inside our heads
That’s how we miss dogs sleeping under the tree
One of us steps on his tail.
Where can light hide if it wants to hide?
Changing our names is like moving away, hiding or flirting.
Our eyes catch the light
Showering over a leaf
Like a prayer
Light has no tail or face
But a field, of attractions
A woman rises at dawn
An undulating line with three points
above and before the line’s endpoint.
Abstract inside reality
Reality arising from the abstract
Crisscrossing lines and several daubs of blue and red
Circles ascending and descending.
She rises at dawn
Pick some apples from under the tree
Art is simplicity, simplicity is art
Like kindness.
Mrs. Abstract and I just returned from holiday wine river cruise of the Duoro Valley in Portugal. Visited many places and sampled port wine in every excursions off the ship (or boat). We toured many gardens. We were always drinking wine with food.
El Greco’s masterpiece which is located at the Cathedral of Toledo, Spain.
Mrs. Abstract and I toured the cathedral yesterday. Lots of hard walking ascending and descending narrow, small-stone covered streets before arriving at the cathedral. 11,000 steps.
You come sweet little bird, greet
Us this morning, good tidings, a spirit
To light our souls, to see
The essence in every moment
Days when flowers bloom
Or nights when glasses are broken
When strength rises from suffering
When hope remains during uncertainties.
Mrs. Abstract and I toured University of Salamanca. The Way of St. James, Santiago de Compostela, signified by the seashell passes through Salamanca.
I’m reading Moby Dick, part of a group-read through dolcebellezza, bloggers reading together a selected book. In the month of August Moby-Dick was the choice. One can follow the link:book
yesterday, I climbed 13 floors, walked more than 10,000 steps.
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