Sunshine, sea breezes, beautiful parks, quiet laneways and a head set to burst with new knowledge.

Apoyado en mi ventana,
veo pasar cuerpos perdidos sin rostro,
distraídos, llenos de nada, vacíos y sin miradas,
dejando huellas hundidas, invisibles,
huellas que solo yo percibo,
que jamás serán borradas.

Imagino tu belleza,
y no sé cómo en lienzo,
con óleo o en las arenas de mi mente,
poder plasmarla.
Para esa dulce imagen
que mi recuerdo de tu rostro fielmente guarda
mi paleta no encuentra los colores apropiados,
no sabe de qué divina manera pintarla.

Tu piel, sabor a fresas silvestres,
elixir de otra vida, de mundos lejanos
o tal vez de otras galaxias.
Y tus ojos…
mares de neón azul,
clavados siempre con pasión en los míos,
devorando mi atención,
que sin tu mirada no son nada.

Y yo…
solo puedo ver tu rostro
en esos cuerpos vacíos,
en las costas de un andén sin trenes
que llegan a horas desesperadas,
sin sentir más que el mórbido…

Good luck to everyone attempting NaNoWriMo!  I haven’t been able to make NaNoWriMo work for me since I started working full-time, and also I’m in the middle of a non-writing fortnight, so I’m not taking part. I’m reading instead.

And what I have been reading, among other things (Ankaret Wells‘ Anna Chronistic and the Scarab of Destiny came out yesterday, just saying…) is Speak Its Name. This is partly in search of details I’ve got wrong in The Real World (Rory never went to St Mark’s! Gabe has always had a surname, and it isn’t Murtagh!) but mostly because I happened to pick it up and start flicking through, and then decided I might as well keep reading…

Then I remembered that an early draft had an epic ecumenical argument about Hallowe’en, which might have made a good deleted scene. I couldn’t find it. I did find…

This week Jim Adams has given us the prompt words :Around/ Down Sideways/Up. ForSong Lyric Sunday post.

This week I have gone with a group I saw at the first live gig I went to. It was at the Albert Hall London. It was my thirteenth birthday and my amazing parents had arranged for a son of one of their friends to take me to the concert. He was about eighteen and must of been irritated by having to take a 13 year-old girl to a rock concert. Mind you he had the ticket and tube fare paid for, and the headliners were the Rolling Stones, and the support group was the Yardbirds. ….woo! Now my dad worked as a body maker for London Transport ( he covered and sewed the seats for buses and tube trains). Mum was a housewife looking after six…

Foliage is the primary focus in the garden these days, with my current favorites being the above bridal wreath (Spirea x vanhouttei) and in the photo below, oakleaf hydrangea (H. quercifolia). Both display multiple layers of color, adding light and depth.Beyond foliage as the main attraction, seeds bring a lot of interest to the autumn garden. The slender pods of milkweed  (Asclepias tuberosa) have opened and their silky parachutes are slowly teased out and borne away by the wind. I struggle to express with simple words my love of the delicate beauty of this plant. Perhaps this is where a picture truly is worth a thousand words!

In the field, maiden grass (Miscanthus sinensis ‘Gracillimus’) has fully fluffed out and it waves gracefully in the slightest breeze. As it sinks over the hill, the late afternoon sun turns it to gold.

Looking pagoda-like, hosta (H. sieboldiana) seed heads have split open, revealing satiny, blue-black, winged…