My California
My California Do you remember me? I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun, the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.… Continue reading
My California Do you remember me? I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun, the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.… Continue reading
Play me the waltz of the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading
Originally posted on News from Ibonoco:
(Réédition du 10 décembre 2018) Qui m’appelle et me dérange ainsi en pleine apesanteur d’esprit ? Qu’on me laisse à mes rêveries infinies, infiniment profondes…
Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading
The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The water… Continue reading
I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and… Continue reading
Originally posted on Tavolozza di vita:
Amore e libertà …la dimensione dell’avere è sempre la dimensione della scontettezza. …l’Amore deve essere appreso è la più grande arte che esista. …l’Amore è molto più…
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading
Rose colored glasses Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness. I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake… Continue reading
Sweet hello and deadly goodbye Hello dear Brigitte. I still remember us. You were my brightness on the a sunny days and the light of hope in the mist of… Continue reading