a white village

Sleepy village The white village has a small church also white and wonderful only open for mass, weddings and funerals Post-card pretty set in a landscape by a Van Gogh  Poppies and olive trees shimmer above ground, in the afternoon heat I saw the priest drink whisky and lit  a cigarette while leafing through a two-month-old Vatican circular  People live long here, when they die do so in groups of five or six going on a long journey together  They lived too long for any tears to fall Every day in this village has a golden sense of yesterday