Summer of 42..
Summer of 42… I told the prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. You are my Summer blessing and my sweetest dreams. She asked me. Can we watch the Summer of 42 and Love story… Continue reading
The Devil liked me..
The Devil liked me… 1- Once in Santa Cruz, I met the Devil. He told me. Johnnie ain’t your time to die. You have more sin to taste and I don’t want you… Continue reading
Some river songs..
“Cecelia, be my love. Beautiful Cecelia. Please steal my thought and take me away to the Big Sur. Let’s stay barefoot forever and leave the world behind us. You and me will dance… Continue reading
The sunflowers reaching for the sky.
Sunflowers… The world was yellow and beautiful for a time. The sunflowers plants were reaching for God and the sun was shining. The gift of nature showing us. Sunflowers plants can heal the… Continue reading
My dream weaver..
My dream weaver.. 1- I do remember our moonlight dance at Big Sur. We had the half moon above us and I saw everything beautiful in your wild hazel eyes. I tossed you… Continue reading
Thank you dear friend for the mercy of your friendship..
Thank you dear friend for the mercy of your friendship. 1- Leona, my sweetest angel. Once I was alone. I lost everything and beautiful dear Leona. You held me like a child. I… Continue reading
The folly of time..
Time after time — The folly of time, we believe, some things shall last forever. We learn, time can be a thief, moved so damn fast. We learn too late, every words spoken,… Continue reading
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind.
I am jealous of the sea, I am jealous of the September wind… A beautiful California girl is dancing alone with the Pacific ocean and the the September windy night, tossing her long… Continue reading
Make me believe..
Pretty words…. Dangerous beautiful lady in her tight black dress and wearing chain of amethyst crystal upon her neck. Was my crystal once and she wanted it more than I did. She told… Continue reading
An July morning prayer..
An July morning… The days of August are here. Kind earth is alive and the children want to run. The fire are burning and the grandfathers/ Grandmothers must become the story tellers. He… Continue reading