Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Illustrazione di Maria Sibylla Merian(1660) La farfalla Uscire dal bozzolo dopo anni e annidi sonno e di speranze d’essere una farfallache beve ai raggi del sole e si bagnaalla…
Amazing poetry shared by a talented writer.
Listen to the wind….. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature.… Continue reading
Dead flowers I came to you with some Tennessee whiskey and a small plant with rosemary trying to grow. I sat on your porch, waiting for you. I wanted to see your morning… Continue reading
The ray of the sun…. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near, he dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading
Everybody hurts I whispered to her. “Sweet baby, darling and honey. Dark is the night. The midnight hour leave us wanting for things we can’t have. Deep midnight is cold and lonely. Sometimes… Continue reading
Damn those eyes Light and dark collide when I found you.You are my black magic woman who make me wish for enchanting nights where you and I.Are free and wild. Free of locked… Continue reading
Down, baby, down… Dreaming and believing, living and dying. Loving and hating, lying and crying. Good days and the bad days, demanding or careless, song and slow dance. Deeper and deeper we shall… 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
Originally posted on The Wild Heart of Life:
How do you talk about a sunset, without sounding like every conversation about sunsets? At the market, the checker she says, The sunset is beautiful—I…
