Sunday, April 23, 2006

Galicia


Northern Spain

has one of the poorest communities on the Iberian pennisula.
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But one of the richest, in so many ways.
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Land of endless beauty, green pastures, goldenrod, black swans,
legends of witches, spirits, and ghosts.
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You can even go to the end of the world there,
and see where the sky kisses the sea.
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7 Comments:

Blogger Mass Death Momma said...

um, is this like visual poetry er something? I'm not sure that I get it.

6:56 PM  
Blogger Patty said...

nope, just sharing some photos from my trip. thought i'd write some "notes" on galicia to go along.

taking a break from sarcasm...

2:01 AM  
Blogger Mass Death Momma said...

A day without sarcasm is a day without joy.

6:57 AM  
Blogger Nicholas Theisen said...

a day without
sarcasm, a joyless day:
the cricket calls

11:20 PM  
Blogger Mass Death Momma said...

Wait, are you calling ME the cricket Nicholas? Or am I pontificating in a meadow and the narrator of the poem is drawing attention to the cricket's call?
The ambiguity is killing me!!!

7:13 AM  
Blogger Jon Snyder said...

i dig the photos, patty... i keep looking for a miniature von trapp in the background of the mountain scene.

the hills, in fact, are alive.

4:32 PM  
Blogger Michael K. said...

The wet flower is making me think unchaste thoughts.

Keep it comin'!

5:01 PM  

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