“The city of lights or anywhere”
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s… Continue reading
The last time I saw your face, my kind friend. I remember. When we are blessed with youth and vinegar. We don’t know, we have few mentors and people who shall love… Continue reading
Would you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain. I didn’t want to break your heart, I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for… Continue reading