Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading
The sea dancer.. The lovely coming Dusk, worshiped the dancing beauty. The falling sun smiled, the rising moon loved the girl, dancing for him. I went to her and I told her, you… Continue reading
The strong and the blessed.. Today I am a old man. I lived in many places and I have lived many lives. I was a businessman, I was a soldier and I was… Continue reading
Originally posted on almerighi:
Passeggiata serale nel giorno di Santa Mina . Sarà il secolo scorso entro mezzogiorno. Fuoco verso la terra. Che dici di questa notte? Sarà la tua mano sulla mia.…