one word mirada: tiled
santiago's mess
brilliant anarchy
coral reef confreres
the aftertaste of fate
byzantine firebush
calming storms of fury
dawn's mosaic
in Maria's wake
brilliant anarchy
coral reef confreres
the aftertaste of fate
byzantine firebush
calming storms of fury
dawn's mosaic
in Maria's wake
Labels: peregrine
posted by murat11 at 9:20 PM
5 Comments:
brilliant anarchy and aftertaste of fate, sparkly phrases and I'm a crow. I wonder if Maria or Santiago knew, had a foreshadowing, would they have done the same anyway?
Well, Bro. Murat, this is a much more artistic vista. A veritable kaleidescope of colors and shapes and textures that assault the senses of the pilgrim at daybreak. It reminds me of Hagia Sophia and Constantinople and an azure harbor with fishing boats and divers and colors and churches and minarets. And a cacaphony of songs and sounds to match the brilliant splashes of shapes and colors. "Who will buy this wonderful morning? / I'm so high I think I could fly..."
Dee: Santiago couldn't help himself, and Maria, well, Maria is the foreshadowing, and the aftershadowing to boot.
Teresa: I've never been there, but I like the sound and look and smell of it all. I like the translation.
I've never been there, either, but it was one of my grandfather's favorite cities. So I've been watching slide shows and home movies of the place since I was knee-high to a grasshopper. It sure feels like I've been there.
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