Thursday, July 30, 2009

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



Blogger Dee Martin said...

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?

11:21 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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..."

12:04 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Santiago couldn't help himself, and Maria, well, Maria is the foreshadowing, and the aftershadowing to boot.

12:47 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I've never been there, but I like the sound and look and smell of it all. I like the translation.

12:49 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

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.

12:06 PM  

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