Brick, upon another brick..
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
Brick, upon another brick.. Men, believe in his youth. Life is his to take. Young men believe life is now, just borrow and steal everything you can. Tomorrow may not come. He learn… Continue reading
You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold, her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the… Continue reading
She was a sea dancer… She was a painter, part-time poet and she was a sea dancer. She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest and she would paint the faces… Continue reading
The madness, we knew… You loved the whiskey, you love the sin and you loved the long ride. You wanted the sea , you wanted the ancient writers and you loved the quiet… Continue reading
Please one more dance near the sea.. The Monterey pretty poet name Diane read to me. “Laughing, crying. Wanting, begging. Celebrating, complaining. Seeking nothing and wanting nothing. We like the hello and we… Continue reading
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 places Hemingway… Continue reading
Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
( My dear Daniela in 1978.) Sweet whispers.. The voice of leonard Cohen singing in the background. I read words from a beautiful woman.Sweet offering of love and emotion. I know women are … Continue reading
Don’t look at me with disappointment.. 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 the walk… Continue reading