The healing, the sunflowers.
The healing, the sunflowers.. My grandfather loved his garden. Now I became like my grandfather. He loved the roses, the wildflowers and the days of Spring, the days of rebirth. He told me… Continue reading
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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
You were never mine.
You were never my love. She was a beautiful beautiful flower and I loved her so. I didn’t know love was based on wonder, mystery and wonder. I was just a replacement. Love… Continue reading
She danced by the light of the candles.
She danced by the light of the candles. I sat by the bay.Watched the sun fall into the sea. I was the street poet of the night and I wore my Army greens in the… Continue reading
A flower in the Winter, you are.
A flower in the Winter, you are. I watched you dance alone to the morning song. You make me smile and I know. You are my Winter flower in the days of December.… Continue reading
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona.
Paris, London, Basel or Barcelona…. We were wanderlust, whiskey kisses and sleeping till noon. We loved clotheless mornings and afternoon meals. We loved loud music and we loved the sea. I would tell… Continue reading
The Dove of peace. The Global Sumud flotilla.
The Dove of peace. (Global Sumud flotilla with 450 people and over forty countries. They tried to assist the Palestine starving people and the Israel goal of erasing a people. They were arrested.… Continue reading
A million kisses.
A million kisses She asked me. How many kisses do you need? I told her, I need a million kisses dear Bridgette. She laughed and she asked. Why so many? I told her,… Continue reading
Legacy, some little poetry.
Legacy, some little poetry. 1- The Monterey tavern poet sat alone and beautiful Eleanor sat with him. Her eyes seeking his face, her eyes seeking his voice. He asked her, dear Eleanor. What… Continue reading
Beautiful portraits.
Beautiful portraits… I drew with my pen, beautiful places and beautiful faces to paper. I keep alive kind memories, I keep alive the memories of the ancient cities, I once saw. I create… Continue reading