Monthly Archive: March, 2026

The final act.

The final act. She told me. I need you. I don’t need you.You used to run home to be. Undress me at the door.I loved how you loved my silk stockings. I wore… Continue reading

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The payment is due.

The payment is due. “Bacchus blessing are a treasure;Drinking is a soldier’s pleasure;Rich the treasure,sweet the pleasure;Sweet is pleasure after pain.”John Dryden I told the pretty Texas girl at the Belton, Texas dance… Continue reading

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The waltz of the flowers.

The waltz of the flowers. “He prayeth best, who loveth best. All things both great and small; for the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.”      Samuel Taylor… Continue reading

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Go forward.

Go forward. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometimes we need to stop our life and… Continue reading

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My dream weaver. And a beautiful Audrey Hepburn song.

My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur. We had the half moon above us and I saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes. I tossed you… Continue reading

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A madman or saint. A beautiful Alison Sudol song.

1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading

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Relish and relinquish.

Relish and relinquish. Ugliness and beauty fade away to old memories. Neither hold on. Our old face appeared and we accept who we are. We decide our life. We can sink or swim?… Continue reading

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A safe place, a kind face. Maybe?

A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading

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Souvenirs.

Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo books from the past. Last book my father read.Old silver dollars fathers collected.Father’s silver… Continue reading

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You get what you deserve.

You get what you deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something… Continue reading

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