We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading
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when you grow up in a war the war follows you for life the enemy is everywhere you are always in your underwear there are bombs below and…
Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover… I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady in… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. Once careless man sought peace in war. He didn’t learn peace. He learn the law of the gun, the law of the hate, the law of the death whispers. In Bosnia,… Continue reading