The fragrant of love and a beautiful Lara Fabian song.
The fragrant of love. I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you; I love you. I need you; I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your hands.… Continue reading
The fragrant of love. I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you; I love you. I need you; I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your hands.… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes and… Continue reading
Choose what you love ——————————————————————————————————————- Enjoy your life, life wait for no-one. Create pretty photos for the heart. Dance with your beloved, show the children the beauty of the sea and the forest.… Continue reading
Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate … The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning. You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain. The Germany… Continue reading
The fragrant of love I whispered to your closed and resting eyes. I love you, I love you. I need you, I need you. I kissed your face and I kissed your hands.… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown eyes… Continue reading
Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and heart. Today I remembered you. Dark brown… Continue reading
A self-portrait The landscape of a righteous life. Can be gentle brushstrokes of restless memories and pretty faces. Old age create clarity and the once fire and brimstone man became the sleeping river.… Continue reading
Je t’aime A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words Je t’aime- I love you You told me in Paris once. “Je t’aime my Johnnie.” Your words like sweet wine overtook my mind and… Continue reading