Please tell me something.
Please tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man; I want a wild and crazy man. I … Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
The sheep and the wolf.
The sheep and the wolf. The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
A daydream.
A daydream. 1- Once I dance a fool’s dance. Sang and dance till I could not. the God of tomfoolery, he did love me. Gelos would find me at midnight and we would… Continue reading
Run away with me.
Run away with me. Sweetest and prettiest gal in Ann Arbor. Please run away with me. Let’s toss all our useless dreams away and please take my hand. Hand in hand, we will… Continue reading
Legacy.
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
Fabiola, my Fabiola.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
The sea and the painter.
(April is poetry month. New poetry number sixteen.) 1- She told me on a warm summer day near the Monterey Bay. I like living alone. It is my kitchen; it is my garden.… Continue reading
Beautiful Maria showed me the way to the fray.
A woman, too pretty to be near me. She took my hands and she told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You must find the Fray. Your organized life is killing you and your dead dreams… Continue reading
Dear Maggie. And an outstanding Rod Stewart song.
Dear Maggie. (Dream writing.) She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover. Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind. I was being loco, drinking and… Continue reading