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
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
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
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
The Scottish kisses..
The Scottish girl kisses.. It was 1978 and the long days of Summer were here. Early June, warm days, weekend activities and weekend adventures to discover new places. I found safety in the… Continue reading
The black night and the shadow dance..
The black night and the shadow dance.. A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and… Continue reading
Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.
Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on. (Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home to fall into your arms.We would… Continue reading
I don’t remember how you looked..
(Dreams can become nightmares. Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day.) I don’t remember how you looked… I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe… Continue reading
Sweet red wine..
Sweet red wine.. It was early fall. The sweet new wines of Germany came out.They are cheap and tasty.It was a beautiful late summer day.The youth of the city of Boeblingen surrounded the… Continue reading