Wild child…
The wild child… The poet loved the careless girl, he loved the girl who loved the sweet wines and she could make him smile with her dance, her beautiful voice and her eyes… Continue reading
Daily Archive: April 13, 2022
Your love, like heroin..
Your love, like Heroin… Lace and silk, whiskey and sin, pain and misery we loved. I loved to watch you paint your beautiful face and I told you. You are a natural beauty.… Continue reading
I gioielli, Baudelaire (Ita – Fr)
Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
La mia amata era nuda e indossava soltanto,conoscendo il mio cuore, gioielli tintinnantidai ricchi finimenti che le donavano l’ariavittoriosa che hanno le schiave dei Mori. Questo mondo luccicante di…
Delicate and boundless…
Delicate and boundless.. Marianne found me drinking alone by the Texas river. I was drinking the Black Velvet whiskey at noon and writing old-man poetry. She took my journal and she read my… Continue reading
Sometimes we must steal and loan kisses…
Sometime we must steal and loan kisses… Beautiful lady arrived at the Austin’s tavern at twelve trying to escape the Texas Summer heat. Once she wanted everything and more, now she need… Continue reading
I was told…
I was told… The prettiest and most dangerous lady, I was told she was, always writing down her words and she was waiting for me, her strong coffee sweet and creamy, I saw… Continue reading
The echoes of yesterday…
The echoes of yesterdays… (April poetry number twelve.) Drinking alone in a Monterey tavern in April,1992. I was trying to hide from a memory and I saw the saddest face man looking back… Continue reading