Be a flexible branch, not a dead root..
Be a flexible branch, not a dead root.. Late October in 1992. I had 45 days to get to Fort Ord. California. I left Michigan with three weeks left and four destined places.… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
Those were the good days, my dear friend.
Those were the good days, my dear friend… A snowy day and the mall at Christmas. I saw a pretty face and she saw me looking at her. We waited for a few… Continue reading
Fabiola..
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
The Gypsy moon..
The Gypsy moon.. 1- Please listen to the song of nature, she is bleeding, she is dying. Mother Earth, giver of the water, giver of the plants and the giver of the clean… Continue reading
War, love and memory..
War.. The war is over.The guns locked away.The soldiers are resting.Youth and eyes burned out by war.No-one won. Miss you..I’m missing you.I whispered to the falling sun in the west.The raising moon… Continue reading
She was a Spring sunny day and I was a Winter storm.
She was a Spring sunny day and I was a winter storm… She words a pendant of tourmaline on her neck and she never wore shoes. She adored the sea and she loved… Continue reading
The Coastline…
The Coastline.. I fell in love with her on a December morning.I stop my truck and I was star struck at her beauty.Her power. I walk quickly to her.She was dancing on the… Continue reading
The damn road..
The damn road.. It was a cold winter day in late December. I awoke with my love.I kissed her face and lips and whispered. “Good morning. “ Her beautiful young body pressed… Continue reading
The Coyote song..
The Coyote song On a quiet nights.When the sky is clear.Lonely people wait for no-one.They pray to the moon and they make fool’s wishes.To repeat the dance with old lovers on empty beaches.To… Continue reading
A safe harbor..
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading