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wordless Wednesday-- The Perfect Climbing and Book Reading Tree




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 posted by Diana Lesire Brandmeyer

4 comments:

  1. I love the light that you get in that forest. Thank you very much for your nice words that are an honor for me.


    Where oblivion dwells

    Where oblivion dwells,
    In the vast gardens without daybreak;
    Where I will be only
    The memory of a stone buried among nettles
    Over wich the wind flees from its sleeplessness.

    Where my name will leave
    The body it identifies in the arms of time,
    Where desire does not exist.

    In that vast region where love, that terrible angel,
    Will not bury its wings
    Like steel in my heart,
    Smiling, full of airy grace, while the torment increases.

    There, where will end this anxiety that demands a master in its own image,
    Surrending its life to another life,
    With no further horizon than other eyes face to face.

    Where sorrow and happiness will be only names,
    Native sky and earth around a memory;
    Where at last I will be free, without noticing it,
    Vanished into mist, into absence,
    An absence as soft as a child's skin.

    There, far away;
    Where oblivion dwells.

    Luis Cernuda



    Translated by Eugenio Florit

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  2. Levoi,
    Thank you for translating for me. I really wanted to know about that photo. Amazing.

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  3. Now, that's green! Here in the NE our trees are still budding, though husband is mowing for the first time tonight this season.

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  4. We've had to mow several times already which has been hard (not for me! Ed mows) because of the ground being so wet.

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