Winter

That winter I traveled, but I never arrived...

I Met Her In Avila

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This Quiet Place In My Heart

mornings, evenings, days that hurried past
dreams that should have lasted
moments, hours
slipping by as we
told each other secrets
somehow I'll never let go of the memories
something always seems to remind me
of how it was, of what it was
when it was, all there was
laughter, love songs, footsteps that I hear
make me think you're near me
poems, pictures, letters never mailed
boats that never sailed
remember that even though we can't be together
we're more for having loved one another
we shared the sky, we learned to fly
someday when someone else's arms are around us
when time has put some distance between us
the years will kindly show
how memories come and go
they ebb and flow like the tides
there are quiet places in my heart
ever since we've parted
gentle, tender
traces of a song
places that belong to you 

 

Women Bookstore

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After Rain

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Entering Into Great Silence

Therefore, I will allure her, 
bring her into the wilderness; 
and speak tenderly to her.

/ Hosea 2:14 /

Basilica of the Holy Cross of the Valley of the Fallen

The Valle de los Caídos "Valley of the Fallen" is a Catholic basilica and a monumental memorial in the municipality of San Lorenzo de El Escorial, near Madrid, conceived by Spanish general Francisco Franco to honor and bury those who fell during the Spanish Civil War.

In 1960, Pope John XXIII declared the underground crypt a basilica. The dimensions of this underground basilica, as excavated, are larger than those of St. Peter's Basilica in Rome. 

The visit to the Valley of the Fallen, including Basilica and Benedictine Abbey, was an unexpected precious memory.  

Sometimes, Life rewarded us with beautiful dreams of love...

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 Basílica de la Santa Cruz del Valle de los Caídos, España

Signs ~ Museo Thyssen

~ The signs are as attractive as the collections in the museum ~

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Lively Madrid

~ To me, Madrid has always been full of life ~

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Sweet Avila

The writer José Martínez Ruiz, in his book El alma castellana (The Castilian Soul), described it as "perhaps the most 16th century city in Spain", and it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1985.

Avila loves me...  :)

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A Shadow's Dream

sunset - unbearable beauty

the memory of another sleep

a kiss carved into this shadow's dream 

~ This is sunset at Temple of Debod in Madrid.  January 2013 ~

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Sweet Avila III ~ A Kiss

When that season passed,

lovers stepped out of us.

The image of love reveals itself; 

in a profoundly present absence.

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Can You Hear The Water Flow?

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Sweet Avila II ~ Memory

remembering is the absent chatting with the absent.

the distance turning toward the distance.

love allows distance to recede,

as if looking into a poetic dream;

listening intently to one sound only:

the sound of the wind.

perhaps...remembering is the sound of the wind.

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Rest With Your Dream In My Dream

 Ya eres mía. Reposa con tu sueño en mi sueño.

Amor, dolor, trabajos, deben dormir ahora.

Gira la noche sobre sus invisibles ruedas

y junto a mí eres pura como el ámbar dormido.

Ninguna más, amor, dormirá con mis sueños.

Irás, iremos juntos por las aguas del tiempo.

Ninguna viajará por la sombra conmigo,

sólo tú, siempre viva, siempre sol, siempre luna.

Ya tus manos abrieron los puños delicados

y dejaron caer suaves signos sin rumbo,

tus ojos se cerraron como dos alas grises,

mientras yo sigo el agua que llevas y me lleva:

la noche, el mundo, el viento devanan su destino,

y ya no soy sin ti sino sólo tu sueño. 

~ Pablo Neruda ~

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Plaza de España ~ Madrid

In the center of the plaza is a monument to Spanish novelist, poet and playwright Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, which overlooks bronze sculptures of Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. Next to the tower, there are two stone representations of Don Quixote's "true love", one as the simple peasant woman Aldonza Lorenzo, and one as the beautiful, imaginary Dulcinea del Toboso.

Time Is An Illusion

Sky darkens

reveling the luminous light

secrets between medieval and modern

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Walking Plaza Mayor

I walk slowly

like one who comes from so far away 

not intend to arrive

                

Friendship Never Sleeps

~ Walking with Madrid at midnight ~

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Here I alone

In a world of reflection

Indescribable solitude

photo taken at the Temple of Debod, Madrid.  Jan 2013