Dear Florence.
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 Florence stole my… Continue reading
Daily Archive: November 23, 2025
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Mojo a-coming. Hanging with Jim Morrison.
Mojo a-coming… I left Ann Arbor in 1990. The dead man walking had nothing to lose. Joined a war to see, if he was alive or dead? The damn war taught me, Johnnie… Continue reading
A memory. A story.
A memory. A story. 1- Everything In the stillness of the night, you held me, so tightly. You were my… Continue reading
The cursed lullaby.
The cursed lullaby.. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading
Me and dear Lana Del Rey need a long highway. Ride.
Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
Too old to die young.
Too old to die young. ! – Almost 68 years old, lived in many places and had many lives. Old man looking back at me in the mirror. I whispered. Too old to… Continue reading