Friday, September 23, 2011

Mate Afternoon

The fall equinox descends and the sky darkens early. The clouds veil all the stars from view, removing the illusion of endless distance and space, turning the lifeworld into a claustrophobic intimacy. It could be enough to make Dietrich Bonhoeffer get the blues. But, put on some Roberto Goyeneche (maybe "Naranjo en flor"), take in a round of good mate and some aromatic black walnuts, and you'll feel right as rain, as the Oracle once said.

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