The blue dress and an amazing video.
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
Tag Archive: John Castellenas
The sea, the wishes. Please listen to the lovely Tosha Hill song.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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. One of the great songs by lovely Audra Mae.
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
Hotel California.
Hotel California… I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading
Sometimes it snows in April. And an amazing Prince song.
Sometimes it snows in April… 1- Was a warm April day and she left him, feeling breathless. Her wild eyes and her thousand dreams, he adored. The fire in her voice, made him… Continue reading
The maiden of Summer
The maiden of Summer. Was a beautiful late June day and I walking in the early morning in the lake St. Clair. My bare feet enjoyed the coldness of the morning lake. The… Continue reading