William Garza
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances, The Jakobsweg
Thus struck so forcefully ,so...unexpectedly
The Haereth, the Saudad...
I sit in silence.
The sense of an unquenchable longing
Was so thrust upon my soul that tears sprung forth..my breath, caught so tightly I feared as if to never breath again.
I feel for those Peregrinos
Those fortunate few..bereft of their Beloved Camino
That Sirens call
Unbearable..
Odysseus was tied to protect himself from the sorrow....
The Saudad he must have felt within his breast..bereft of home..or of his personal.."Belonging"
Be Longing...
Ohh the Power of that call
Do you hear pilgrim
Do you hear at nite in your secret heart
The call...
Tears fold my paper now...
Be Blessed Pilgrim.
The Scottish Poet
Robert Burns.
My Heart's In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, &c.
Robert Burns
The Haereth, the Saudad...
I sit in silence.
The sense of an unquenchable longing
Was so thrust upon my soul that tears sprung forth..my breath, caught so tightly I feared as if to never breath again.
I feel for those Peregrinos
Those fortunate few..bereft of their Beloved Camino
That Sirens call
Unbearable..
Odysseus was tied to protect himself from the sorrow....
The Saudad he must have felt within his breast..bereft of home..or of his personal.."Belonging"
Be Longing...
Ohh the Power of that call
Do you hear pilgrim
Do you hear at nite in your secret heart
The call...
Tears fold my paper now...
Be Blessed Pilgrim.
The Scottish Poet
Robert Burns.
My Heart's In The Highlands
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
Chorus.-My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands, &c.
Robert Burns
