You are my treasure… My lovely lady loved a slow Sunday and to bath for many hours in a hot bubble bath, jazz music and little conversation. I would wash her hair in… Continue reading
POETRY, DRINK AND YOUR MEMORY.. 1- The rays of the sun.. Drunk man wishing, alone on destined hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers… Continue reading
Idyllic places and time.. The storyteller told the writers. We shall learn that life is Summer and Winter. Spring and Fall. We will know sweetness and we shall know sadness. We will be… Continue reading