The wind, one brilliant day

Here I am at the grave of Catalan poet Antonio Machado (1875-1939) in Collioure, France…this is a great pilgrimage site for both poetry lovers and students…all of whom seem to leave a small memento of their moment….he escaped Franco’s tyranny by a perilous journey across the Pyrenees in 1939 finding freedom and a home here briefly amongst the free Catalans.

“The wind, one brilliant day called to my soul with an aroma of jasmine….”

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