Ride. I am ready for a long road trip.
(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.) Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open… Continue reading
(I am tire of being locked-in. I need the lakes, the parks and the forest.) Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open… Continue reading
Waiting for a miracle. I remember you, I remember us. You were my wild and untamed lady, and I was running to you, and I was running away from you in the same… Continue reading
The silent sea. We can be humble by true beauty.Life can weave us to places and situations.Blushing beauty can besiege our heart. Heaven and hell is at our finger tips. Sweet girl wearing… Continue reading
The city of lights or anywhere. (I am tire of being locked-in. I need a vacation to anywhere.) We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his… Continue reading