Tag Archive: Germany

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The twisted dance of love.

The twisted dance of love.                      (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.… Continue reading →

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I remember you dear Brigitte.

I remember you dear Brigitte.. Beautiful and wonderful days of my youth. Rhyme and song, I did love. I found a dream in September of 1978.Gorgeous and kind Brigitte, she took my hands.… Continue reading →

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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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