i'm on my second cup of coffee
a lonely theme stated by gordon lightfoot
some 40 years ago
the whole song is a prayer depicting a guy caught in a fierce tug of war between his love for a bottle his love for a momentary lover and the love of his family back home
but i'm in a monastery
not lost
tasks ahead of me
a tour
i get to explain the design minds of great architects
this is a good gig
and i dig it
and tonite i will organize irish tunes for the irish wake of a an irish abbot
trudging plodding looking over my shoulder on occasion
looking all around 360 degrees quite often actually
staring into space at night
you better believe it
still swimming in minnesota
i confess
cross my wretched heart and hope to die
we are still swimming in minnesota
in october
when summer finally ends and i have some time
to reflect on all that has been accomplished
in the endless summer project
i will wax wittily about it
but for now
i must go out to enjoy it
it is autumn
but the fierce force of summer
is still apparent in the dazzling sunlight
lower on the arch of it's trajectory
splashing us in the face
conquistadores por el verano perpetuo
avant ultreya
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el verano perpetuo
Si. los infiernos perpetuos
Yo se pienso, ahora ....
que detesta Jesus la lengua ingles, y todos la lenguas pinches gothicas y semitos, pero el ama griega y latino, y talvez las lenguas romanticas. Feo, pero es verdad, probablamente. Mi espanol es no gran, pero mas or menos correcto
el verano
but of course
i must apologize
my slovenly approach to the language of poetry
spanish
more or less correct
by all means
i blather in espanol
like a drunken slav
adn this blogpost was destined for bewildering search
how it got over here i shall never know
probably blog patrol cyberdudes having fun or something
anyway
don't think twice it's alright
jh
i was just thinking that myself
that this is a rather long post
for de gustibus
a good one nonetheless
vive l'ete
et bienvenue l'autumn
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