Hemingway table.
Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Hemingway table.. I found Hemingway table in Paris, in the Spring of 1978. I found Hemingway table in Monterey, California in 1992. I searched Central and South America for three years, seeking the… Continue reading
Be wild and be free. 1- I was seeking you; you were seeking me. You knew I was near the Monterey Bay. I was writing words for the Pacific Ocean, and I was… Continue reading
Wicked, we must be. Wicked, we must know. “Because to influence a person is to give him one’s own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts or burn with his natural passions. His… Continue reading
The blue dress.. (You damned me dear pretty lady and the blue dress is haunting my dreams. Are you coming to me, or walking away? I watch your bare feet walking on the… Continue reading
The sea, the wishes. Lovely poet measured him with her gentle blue eyes, and she watched how he spoke the words. She listened to his words, and she adored the Monterey Dark Poet… Continue reading
2500 miles from you. On a Winter Day in 1989. We said our first goodbye.I joined a war to escape your face. I try to leave the places filled with too many damn… Continue reading
Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is… Continue reading
I serenaded to the paragon of beauty. On highway two. The coastal California highway.Hidden is utopia of land and people untouched by factory or big business.Big Sur is safe hideaway for the few… Continue reading
Parable of Celia. She sat alone by the peaceful lake. Her pale legs and bare feet being sun-kissed by the late Spring sun. She was wearing a sundress of white showing soft and… Continue reading
The golden Dust…. We didn’t know. Life moves so damn fast and we cannot stop time. I wondered. Did you know me? Did I know you? Now our silence whispers of love words… Continue reading