Sunday, June 17, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Sweet smelling summer nights
Summer night in Nea Fokea, Macedonia, Greece / I.A. Daglis
In days of peace -sweet smelling summer nights
of wine and song;
dusty pavements burning feet.
Why am I crying, I want to know.
How can I smile and make it right?
For sixty days and eighty nights
and not give in and lose the fight.
I'm going back to the ones that I know,
with whom I can be what I want to be.
Just one week for the feeling to go --
and with you there to help me
then it probably will.
Ian Anderson [With you there to help me - in Benefit, 1970]
Jethro Tull - With You There To Help Me
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
The Rivers of Childhood
Snake River, Wyoming / © I.A. Daglis |
The next day I went away on the train. A train has a poor memory; it soon puts all behind it. It forgets the cornlands of Illinois, the rivers of childhood, the bridges, the lakes, the valleys, the cottages, the hurts and the joys. It spreads them out behind and they drop back of a horizon.
The Lake (in Dark Carnival, 1947) - Ray Bradbury (August 22, 1920 – June 5, 2012)
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