Friday, 20 September 2013 @14:57
"Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?"
Meteo-feelings, just when summer is about to end.
Friday, 13 September 2013 @08:31
"My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road".
Don’t hate your mistakes. Just walk on them.
Not a poet, not a writer, but a ceramic artist: who lived until 105. A good reason to take her words as wisdom.
Friday, 6 September 2013 @08:48
"And some time make the time to drive out west
Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore,
In September or October, when the wind
And the light are working off each other
So that the ocean on one side is wild
With foam and glitter, and inland among stones
The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit
By the earthed lightning of a flock of swans,
Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white,
Their fully grown headstrong-looking heads
Tucked or cresting or busy underwater.
Useless to think you'll park and capture it
More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there,
A hurry through which known and strange things pass
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open".
I like the sea in autumn, those sudden winds and known and strange things, and all what takes our heart off guard.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.