Friday, September 25, 2009

Fresh Bread from the Oven of my Heart


And in this frigid hour when the earth has the odor of dust and is so sad I wish I could beat on all the doors and beg pardon from someone and make bits of fresh bread for you HERE
in the oven of my heart.
-Caesar Vallejo
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5 comments:

  1. Beth KnightSeptember 25, 2009 at 9:26 PM

    So appropriate for my week and where my heart is. Thank you so much for speaking words for my soul.

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  2. CarlaKHSeptember 28, 2009 at 10:55 AM

    i stared a new blog ...keeping the old but this is different
    http://scrappypugreturntocenter.blogspot.com/

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  3. BethSeptember 30, 2009 at 3:52 PM

    Did you really bake that bread? I recognize the tablecloth so I know that's your kitchen.
    Hmmm. I like the oven of the heart. Nice!

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  4. MacrinaSeptember 30, 2009 at 7:21 PM

    Those are Rachel's hands... The bread was a gift from Panera...We are bosom budies now, Panera and I...LOL. So truly we were breaking bread (without wine)

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  5. JeanOctober 6, 2009 at 8:31 AM

    I enjoyed your blog and the bread looks wonderful.

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