Do they find the day too long ? Are they lonely ?
I like seeing them guiding their goats on a narrow path in the sierra. They usually take them on the hills where thyme grows naturally. And there's a wonderful smell of fresh aromatic herbs in the air, once they're gone.
I wish you a happy peaceful week end.
I feel romantic today thinking of Monchéri who's away for a couple of weeks.
I leave you with a few lines from a poem by Miguel Hernandez which he made me discover recently.
Born to a poor family in 1910, Spanish poet Miguel Hernandez spent his childhood as a shepherd and published his first poetry book at age of 23.
These lines are from a poem called La boca (the mouth)
He de volverte a besar,
he de volver, hundo, caigo,
mientras descienden los siglos
hacia los hondos barrancos
como una febril nevada
de besos y enamorados.
I have to return to kiss you,
I have to return. I sink: I fall,
descending among the centuries,
towards the deep ravines,
like a feverish snowfall
of kisses and lovers. (translation by A.S. Kline)
And lots of kisses to you !