THERE IS A HUM ON THE SUBMARINE TODAY, FOR THREE DAYS ONE OF OUR FREQUENCIES HAS BEEN 18O , WE SEND IT OUT AND IT PINGS BACK AT 180 AGAIN. TODAY IT CAME BACK AT 420 . EVERY HEAD ON THE BRIDGE WHIPPED AROUND WITH A SNAP. WAS THAT 420 FROM 180 ? YUP . PING IT AGAIN, SEE IF IT HAPPENS TWICE . IT WONT GET BACK TO US UNTIL TOMORROW BUT THIS IS DEFINITELY THE KIND OF THING WE WANT TO START SEEING . I SAW THE COOK DO A LITTLE JIG ON HIS WAY TO GALLEY AND I THINK IT'S NOT TIME FOR THAT YET , BUT I DID TURN THE RADAR UP TO 72 MILE RANGE , MAYBE WE CAN PICK UP A MOUNTAIN PEAK OR THE VAGUE OUTLINE OF A DISTANT SHORE, IT'S SILENT NOW , VERY SILENT, LIKE IF WE ARE STILL ENOUGH WE CAN SENSE THE CHANGE WITH OUR EARS .
PHINNEY RIDGE IS A RHAPSODY OF SMELLS AND COLORS, TWO WALKS TODAY AND THE WORLD SEEMS RIGHT .
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This
moment
as smooth
as a board,
and fresh ,
this hour,
this day
as clean
as an untouched glass-
not a single
spiderweb
from the past:
we touch
the moment
with our fingers,
we cut it
to size,
we direct
its blooming.
It's living,
it's alive:
it brings nothing that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the lost past.
This is our
creation,
it's growing
this very instant, kicking up
sand or eating
out of our hand.
Catch it,
don't let it slip away!
,,,
Oda al presente (intro)
from ODES TO OPPOSITES
Neruda
felicidades
Khun Jazeera
Khun Chuck
The Volcano blew and I'm stuck in Dutch again. Take care.
Pedro
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