Tag Archive: Germany

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My lady..

My lady My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams when your name appeared. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes.… Continue reading →

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Please come to me on a Summer day..

Please come to  me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading →

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A Germany love story..

A Germany love story…It was a April Spring day and the first warm day of the new Spring. I drank  my whiskey alone and I wished to be elsewhere.I sat by the lake and… Continue reading →

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Mystery and wonder..

Mystery and wonder… It was a Germany warm Summer, the days were long and easy. You and I had no-place to you. You were my German girl with eyes of hazel who loved… Continue reading →

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Please come to me on a Summer day..

Please come to  me on a Summer day… The prettiest gal in Germany told me. Please come to me on a Summer day. We can drink the Summer wine and we can dance… Continue reading →

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My beautiful Daniela..

My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading →

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Wildflowers dream..

 Wildflowers dream..      (For Brigitte) Young love, first love. Can expand too quickly. Leaving two people with no place to go. Love isn’t fair. Need the unities of two people living and dying for… Continue reading →

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Maybe Florence, maybe Basel?

Maybe Florence, maybe Basel? Once beautiful Swiss gal befriended me in the late Spring of 1979. We met in London and she told me. London is okay, but Florence in the month of… Continue reading →

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Sweet pleasures and rare delights..

Sweet pleasure and rare delights.. Sweet pleasure, rare delights.Some dreams should not be touched.They burn the heart till death allows you to escape. Beautiful woman dance in my memory.Sweet gifts from tender hearts… Continue reading →

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If I was the king of the forest..

 If I was the King of the Forest… American Soldiers drinking with boisterous and loud German women and men in a guesthouse.Celebrating the May festival in Stuttgart in 1978. Drinking the  cognac and good beer.One of the German men… Continue reading →

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