Cigarettes, whiskey and you

I told you. Flawed and imperfect love.

Destine places for the forgotten.

We, who wandered on lonely path.

Seekers of frenzy nights and calm days.

Never content with organized life and days.

We have the smoking nights, strong whiskey to open our minds

and I have you.

I want to swim in your beauty. Allow your darkness to overtake

my restless mind.

Love is very fragile and some of us.

We are ugly with disappointment and fear the tenderness of true love.

John Castellenas/Coyote