.sorry
29 de Janeiro de 2017, 9:43
there are no set ideas in this house upon the repetition of words. we are sorry that you cried.
it has been a good morning so far. with fried eggs on toast and the air. sorry that i was hopeless, even with clues.
there is a mist, a cloth, hanging, while i have seen so much. i forgot to ask about your trip. i had driven the mountain to see you, parked nicely, kissed your cheek, talked about the issues.
it all showed pride and i know
you have seen it too. raddled
face in mirrors, knowing that we
are all much the same. we move
on. on.
together.
sbm.
Árvore genealógica
29 de Janeiro de 2017, 9:40
Hoje é domingo, dia de missa. Seguindo o objetivo deste blog, também de provocação (do pensamento !).
Sandwich
29 de Janeiro de 2017, 9:39
I sat close to the fountain and enjoyed the soft drizzle ,everytime wind blew.I saw a girl playing with her doll ,combing its hair and giving it a dress up. She rose towards the bench,unboxed her lunch box and took the sandwiches out.
A boy came from from the gate and grabbed her doll,lowered to his bag.
On noticing ,her face turned red , she stood up and slapped him.But later relaxed her expressions.He was a ragpicker who wore battered clothes and a plastic bag to collect the litter and leftovers.
His bag full of papers and household wastes. She said sorry and soothed his face where she slapped.
She said”You can keep the doll to play with but take care of yourself and the doll”.
She picked her sandwiches and moved them towards him.The boy was shocked as he expected, hostile behaviour and hatred but got a…
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Fundamento básico para pássaros
29 de Janeiro de 2017, 9:37
Ser livre é fundamental. Não existe liberdade ruim e liberdade boa. Até quando um passarinho quer pousar ele voa.
A lovely look to the library’s street
29 de Janeiro de 2017, 9:36
When I left work Friday afternoon, there was still enough light left to jog down to Onondaga Lake Park to take some pictures with my iPhone 6s. OK, I walked briskly from the cold. No jogging for me.
The lake photos I’ll save for another post.
Tulip Street in the light of gray.
Tulip Street upon my return provided the perfect image for my Sunday shot.
The overcast sky around 4 p.m. on Friday, Jan. 27 cast just the right light on the Village of Liverpool. That’s my place of work, the Liverpool Public Library, on the right side.
Wise street.
I imagined a happy hour crowd spilling into the businesses in the hours to come, nothing to stop their plans for a great weekend.
Winter just about half gone.
Light gathering minutes more on each side of the sun’s daily arc.
Spirits rising before this Friday sunset.
Then I…
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