Madman or saint? And a beautiful wistful song.
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading
A self portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping… Continue reading
( Almost love) (Some short poetry) I remember you I remember those eyes. Those dark brown eyes, so gentle and kind. You… Continue reading
Dreams (My first publish poem somewhere in 1982) I use to dream of you, dream of slowly undressing you. Touching and loving every desire, you wanted to feel. I wanted us to take… Continue reading
On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading