What is it?The Daily Cure for me is trying to smell taste touch—really experience— something, each day, that reminds me that I'm alive and, mostly, happy to be here. A small moment that should go a long way, at least in theory.
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I love those trees, Ginkgo Biloba, great leaves.
Me too. Like little tiny fans.
I have a tiny little Maidenhair ( Ginkgo) tree in my yard that is barely surviving . My oldest girlfriend, who I lost in a tragic car accident in Germany this year, would give me ginkgo leaves to take to the US .
Here is a poem from Goethe
This leaf on the tree in the East,
Has been given to my garden.
It reveals a certain secret ,
Which pleases me and thoughtful people .
Does it represents One living creature
Which has divided itself?
Or are these Two which have decided
That they should be One?
To reply to such a Question,
I found the right answer:
Do you notice in my songs and verses
That I am One and Two?
Oh, Gerlinde, thank you so much. That poem is beautiful!
Do you want the Italian translation.
Yes, thank you! I would love to have the Italian translation! For some reason the program’s not letting me reply below. Hope you see this.
Here is a link, let me know if it works
Here is the link to the translation, let me know if it works
Yes! It is here! You just didn’t see it because if it has a link in it, it has to be approved! Thank you!
I’ve got it!! THANK YOU!!
Beautiful! I love the golden leaves!!! Your color lifted my day!
You do love autumn colours, don’t you. But that incessant rain – hope it lifts a little soon. c
Well, it is so gray here otherwise…I do tend to gravitate toward them…y’know. Always on the look out for the stuff that makes me happy. Not a fan of rain. Cold, fine. Rain? UGH.
That’s wonderful! And did I see it was 79 degrees in Milano yesterday?? Or is my iPhone lying to me again? >
Definitely lying. Rainy and cold-ish.
This is my third try to send you the link for the translated poem.
love the color, love the shape. my favorite. but always come with rain, chilled grayness, quiet retreat from the windy cold.