My lady..
(Basel, Switzerland, 1978) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into… Continue reading
(Basel, Switzerland, 1978) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into… Continue reading
Isabella, dear Isabella…. I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of… Continue reading
You are my story… Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you. I have loved you always, I love you in the morning light, I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and… Continue reading
Home of the rising sun, New Orleans… I sat in the New Orleans in 1996 and I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with… Continue reading
You can’t always get what you want… Johnnie and Susanna were singing the Roller Stone song. ” You can’t always get what you want, but sometimes we get what we need. Me and… Continue reading
The hills and the Apache… I had a bottle of good tequila. A bag of some fresh lemons.I drove for three hours to the California fault line.Do some free-climbing and drink till I… Continue reading