Alhambra (Alhambra de Granada): image credit from viator.com
He came down from the throne of the crescent moon with the key to the paradise his ancestors gardened for eight hundred years of harmony in Saracen haven to the hands of the pious proud king and queen posing to accept it as the Christian champions emboldened by the surrender of the ruler of the Iberian paradise;
Yesterdays, yesteryears, and to the last of the time crept upon the waters of the palatial fountains thence and began to fill the heart of the sultan of the palace whose eyes billowed streams of nostalgia’s longings on his hallow cheeks and to the back of his horse together, leaving the fortress of a thousand memories;
And Fate, whose wings did he fly? Now, all’s bygone- Those melodies of sweet sojourns beneath visting suns in the neverending abundance of warmth and mirth- when every regret, every sorrow turned back his looks, Every look shed tears in the shadow of the evening sun, lingering in the recollection of the Alhambra Palace.
What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
On the top of the world
My favorite physical exercise is hiking on the top of the hill, and I love looking at the world down under and the skies high above, to which I feel closer with a touch of my hand.
The pleasure is watching the wind from faraway seas herd a flock of clouds like a celestial shepherd. And an eagle breasting the never-ending abundance of air follows a trail of the Sun Chariot to return to the castle east of the sun, west of the moon.
The delight is listening to the sussurs of the trees. It’s the wind speaking through the leaves, carrying the messages from my guardian angel I long to hear.
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There are stairs called “Nancy’s Steps” at the London Bridge on the Thames where Nancy used to walk up and down from her den to the world, back to the den to live a life God cared less with neglect with nothing more than her untainted heart flowing milk of kindness and compassion into the neverending faith of humanity alone Even if it betrayed her and bullied her in tatters; She pitied an orphaned boy named Oliver And protected himself from the world under Until the blindfolded Goddess Fortuna span The Wheel of Fortune to the fateful turn To which all her wishes were forefeited As her already wretched body was battered With the compass of the wheel bludgeoned Her life with the heart cherished with love; With the blows upon her still young head all her hopes for the beauty of life shattered and her tears rolling down her cold cheeks turned into liquid drops of pearls and crystals, and then, with a cry of the heart, she departed. or thought she, for she knew not what happened from dusk till dawn, wandering and waiting on the fateful steps, asking if you’d seen the boy.
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