I like to rest my prosaic engine on Sundays and especially after buttermilk biscuits, bacon gravy, cheese eggs, and lots of Barbados Molasses. On Sundays,  as in my youth, I like to turn to travel sections in magazines and newspapers to contemplate Blissful Adventures for the coming months.

Today my thoughts have been geared towards Rio, Turkey, and Costa Rica. The flight gods are unkind at the moment so it is with the knowledge that the cost of travel buys a lifetime of memories, I give you Haiku Sunday.

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ecco le vigne

sotto il cielo azzurro

sto pensando di fumando"

"Long runs in the morning

sometimes clear the skin from my heel

I could never do them alone"

"His cat curled on the table leg

his wife curled on the sofa

He never knew why"

"It was three days before his twelfth birthday

His mother was home

His father had left

La Puglia è un mistero

pensava il vecchio

mentre lei baciava le mani

Translations

1.Here are the vineyards

under the blue sky

I am thinking of smoking

5. Puglia is a mystery

thought the old man

while she kissed his hands