Las Noches Azules del Alma

blue night of soul

I was meaning to translate some poetry. I was meaning to...

then the title caught me afresh...

blue nights of the soul.

How could I go on? Colors invaded, urgency overtook. Translation will wait. Set it aside. Capture this feeling...the blue nights of the soul.

'Blue Nights of the Soul', in soft pastels, by L.L. Barkat.

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OpenID cindyhan111 said...

L.L.... this is beautiful. as always. You have a beautiful mind that I admire.

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Anonymous murphy toerner said...

L.L. ... I really enjoyed soaking in the moment. Thank you for sharing your love for beauty and the inherent joy beauty brings. murphy toerner

Anonymous Kelly Langner Sauer said...

wow - this speaks eternity... beautiful.

Blogger Ted M. Gossard said...

Does remind me that God is there and with God beauty, even in the darkest night of the soul.

Blogger Joelle said...

That patch of light gives such hope. I think I'm there now. It was a dark night. Then a blue night. Now morning, daybreak, sunrise the colors of the sweet cherry tomatoes I picked at sunset yesterday. Your swirls remind me of the peacocks that roam here and yak all night long, in the star-strewn New Mexico nights, sounding like cats in pain. Peacock blue nights of the soul give way to morning....

Blogger Fred Sprinkle said...

Very cool! Sounds like a cool poem.


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