“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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8.09.2005
Bukid Haiku
i.
barn scene:
field mice racing,
the cat wins
ii.
harvest moon---
crickets serenade
a shy maiden
iii.
carabao rolling
in mud-caked paddies--
a long dry spell
iv.
milking day:
a bleating goat pierces
morning silence
v.
bullfrogs croaking
symphony of three plus rain
Domingo, Carreras, Pavarotti
vi.
fields of grain
ripe-gold in the sun
...a king's ransom
stephie
8.16.05
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