Into the west.. Dreaming of the Pacific..
Into the west… Dreaming of the Pacific.. Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for… Continue reading
The damn road…
(Johnnie was young once. On the Iraq border in 1992.) The damn road…. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips… Continue reading
My lady..
(Basel, Switzerland, 1978) My lady…. My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into… Continue reading
Isabella, dear Isabella..
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