Beers & Books (433) – Joan Maragall: Poems

Another bilingual treasure.

Joan Maragall (10 October 1860 – 20 December 1911)

Friday is Skyday

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Rain barrel leaves

;-)

Beers & Books (432) – Book of Absences

Buch der Abwesenheiten
& Die schönen Wege
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Llibre d'absències
& Els bells camins

Miquel Martí i Pol (19 March 1929 – 11 November 2003)

Friday is Skyday

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Beers & Books (431) – Llamazares: The yellow rain

The yellow rain
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La lluvia amarilla

 

 Julio Llamazares *28 March 1955

Friday is Skyday

Wherever I look:

It's autumn.

Laughing Lhursday* – "Reading sucks!"**

"Books?
No, thanks!

 

Just no books!

* [For first time visitors]: 
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that 
I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration. 

** I know a little boy who after all has started to love reading! ;-) 

Beers&Books (430) – Jaume Cabré: Jo confesso

Das Schweigen des Sammlers = The Collector's Silence*
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Jo confesso (2011)
*
Confessions

 

 Jaume Cabré * 30 April 1947

*Apparently, the original title was not considered conducive to sales.

On the road

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Friday is Skyday

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Stragglers

Stragglers on their way south-east.

Happy 114th, Flanny!

It's all a matter of Omnium, eh? ;-)
*
[...] people who spend most of their natural lives riding iron bicycles [...] 
get their personalities mixed up with the personalities of their bicycle
as a result of the interchanging of the atoms of each of them 
and you would be surprised at the number of people [...]
who are nearly half people and half bicycles...
(from "The Third Policeman")

Flann O'Brien *5 October 1911

Before anyone erroneously claims he is dead: Those few people still taking for granted Flann O'Brien died 1 April 1966: Flann fooled you all.

Friday is Skyday

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On the road

Misty morning.

Using the wind

Ideal day for drying laundry

 

 

 

here and ...

there.

Up the wind! ;-)

Friday is Skyday

Cloudy it was.

Her Voice His Eyes

On the other side I had seen a little girl,
her right hand holding a man's left,
leading him towards the night,
her voice being his eyes.
The sun is red, she said, and soon
she will dive into the glistening sea.

Having eyes only for the man at her side

she had not taken notice of me,

and still I felt like an intruder.

Suddenly I sensed myself walking away,

and only the sun could see

my eyes burning with sorrow and joy.

Could you see through walls,
there's a girl holding a man's hand
her voice being his eyes.
© 2009 Sean Jeating

Beers & Book (428) – Italian narrators

Italian storytellers, 13th til 18th century

Friday is Skyday

Mostly a cloudy week it was, filling the rain barrels.