I like to rest my prosaic engine on Sundays and especially after buttermilk biscuits, bacon gravy, cheese eggs, and lots of Barbados Molasses. On Sundays, as in my youth, I like to turn to travel sections in magazines and newspapers to contemplate Blissful Adventures for the coming months.
Today my thoughts have been geared towards Rio, Turkey, and Costa Rica. The flight gods are unkind at the moment so it is with the knowledge that the cost of travel buys a lifetime of memories, I give you Haiku Sunday.
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ecco le vigne
sotto il cielo azzurro
sto pensando di fumando"
"Long runs in the morning
sometimes clear the skin from my heel
I could never do them alone"
"His cat curled on the table leg
his wife curled on the sofa
He never knew why"
"It was three days before his twelfth birthday
His mother was home
His father had left
La Puglia è un mistero
pensava il vecchio
mentre lei baciava le mani