A Leonard Cohen.. Wednesday..
Dear Leonard Cohen. I still remember the Poet of the song. Your sweet words are still alive and well. In the midnight hours. You are with me when I write my secret words… Continue reading
Dear Leonard Cohen. I still remember the Poet of the song. Your sweet words are still alive and well. In the midnight hours. You are with me when I write my secret words… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her.… Continue reading