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| Marie Bortolotto Artist 2021 |
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
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Marie Bortolotto 2021 Classical Ghazal Music...poetry of the heart... ...enchanting bhajans, devotional songs... DREAMING IN THE PARK Ruffled feathers, a raucous jury of crows deliberate. A sacrificial cabbage, purples. A children's storybook takes flight. The intoxicating scent of fresh cut grass, a red tractor swirls upon a green ocean dream. - Marie Bortolotto © 2021 |
Monday, August 16, 2021
Sunday, August 15, 2021
SPRINGTIME
Ah, what flashing and fragrance!
Ah, how the meadows laugh!
Ah, what aubades are heard!
FOLK BALAD
In my morning half-asleep, I am put out of sorts by a devilish squalling of little children. Finally, unable to sleep anymore, I jump out of bed in despair. Then, when I gaze at the countryside from my open window, I realize that the noisemakers were the birds.
I go out to the vegetable garden and I sing my thanks to the God of the blue day. A free concert of beaks, fresh and endless! Capriciously the swallow utters her ripply twittering in the well; the black bird whistles on the fallen orange, the fiery oriole chatters from one ilex to another; the greenfinch gives its long, frequent laughs at the top of the eucalyptus; and on the big pine the sparrows argue furiously.
What a morning! The sun poses its silver-and-gold cheerfulness on the earth; butterflies of a hundred colors play everywhere, among the flowers, through the house (now inside, now out), on the fountain. All over, the countryside opens up into crackings and creakings, into a boiling of healthy new life.
It's as if we were inside a huge honeycomb of light which was also the interior of and immense, flaming-hot rose.
Juan Ramon Jimenez, (from Platero y yo)