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
Fabiola.. (Now nothing remains the same) Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name,… Continue reading
Dirty little secrets… I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember, ” You and me”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we… Continue reading
The Autumn leaves.. 1- Happy thoughts, dark thoughts. The peril of love can teach us. We don’t own love. Love is the kindest gift, we shall know. We must ask for a kiss,… Continue reading