Bare foot girls.
Do we create our place in our world? I have always loved the bare foot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender feet. They don’t… Continue reading
Do we create our place in our world? I have always loved the bare foot girls, shoeless girls can feel the sand or the grassy open fields with their tender feet. They don’t… Continue reading
Beatrice Marcella, my Winter storm… Dante’s Beatrice left him to swim in the misery of so close and so far away. She allowed him to travel to hell and back to find her.… Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment….Written in 1978. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls.I’m not afraid.Like you, a robot.Walking… Continue reading