shaded under dusty olives, enough gardening to cultivate your Latin roots, or: Lutra lutra
on another layer, it's still about writing
in response to 3 comments for Alhambra by the same author, excerpted below: " . . . cooled the hot Andalucian sun and carried it off into arched spaces shaded like the olive trees we would eat paella . . . ""My angel is merciless to dream in perfect whispersshe shushes me to heaven with less than definitionan infinite elation within flashes of desperationnot sparing me a notion of deliverance from fascinationhunger wings...
