Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
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Never love a broken-hearted woman.
Never love a broken-hearted woman. (April is poetry month. New poetry number seventeen.) 1- Was a sweet dream once. Prettiest gal I ever known. Befriended me and I adored her. I didn’t learn… Continue reading
The sea and the painter.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number sixteen.) 1- She told me on a warm summer day near the Monterey Bay. I like living alone. It is my kitchen; it is my garden.… Continue reading
We need love words. And a wonderful German song.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number fifteen.) We need love words. 1- Te amo, Ich liebe dich, Ti amo. Kindest and sweetest words, we need to hear. 2- I did not know.… Continue reading
A Germany story of love.
(April is poetry month. New poem number fourteen.) A Germany story of love. Once upon a time, I was nineteen in 1977. Proud, strong and the world was my place to conquer. I… Continue reading
Scarborough Fair. An amazing song by Julia Elise.
The Scarborough fair. One. I told the white cliffs of Dover. My wars are over and I have forgotten my face, my voice, my home. I have become a stranger. Two. I… Continue reading
I was Doc Holliday and you were my Texas gal.
I was Doc Holiday and you were my Texas gal. “Doc Holliday prayer. I pray I die with a gun in my hand; I pray I die with a pretty Texas dancing gal… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria showed me the way to the fray.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
A midnight kiss.
A midnight kiss. 1- A midnight kiss, a midnight dance near the sea my darling. Let’s us create a place where we know love and shared a thousand kisses. We could pray to… Continue reading
Empty cups.
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading