Tag Archive: music

If you go away… And a amazing Neil Diamond song.

If you go away…. Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days. We owned little and needed just enough. On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station… Continue reading

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Would you? Could you? And a beautiful Whoa Dakota song.

Would you? Could you? ————————————————— I am sorry I caused you pain.I wouldn’t want to break your heart,I am a forgotten man and you are a beautiful flower. Love me not, for men… Continue reading

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Let’s drink more and pray for more…

Let’s drink more and pray for more.. Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.Her wild eyes searched for what she needed.… Continue reading

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One, two, three, four. Do we begin again?

One, two, three, four. Do we begin again? 1- Did I find you? Or did you entrapped me?Am I the captive or the guard?One, two, three, four. Did we dance?Prey or predator, we… Continue reading

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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

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I want to fall in love again..

I want to fall in love again…. The deepest midnight wishes we have. Wishes to the first star seen above in the early dust of the night, wishes shared for the moon and… Continue reading

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I adore you…

I adore you.. Perfect beauty resting in my arms and I whispered a quiet prayer.“I love your face,I love hearing your sweet and gentle voice,I love  when you laugh and when you cry.You… Continue reading

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Madman or saint? And a beautiful wistful song.

1- On paper, with good pen and good song. I remember silky voice, pale skin and the most beautiful face I ever seen. We prayed and we starved for love in the Spring… Continue reading

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The rising sun..

The rising sun.. I sat in the New Orleans in 1996. I liked New Orleans. Hard time and hard days couldn’t kill her spirit. I drank whiskey with old men and pretty women.… Continue reading

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The walls and the damn mirrors..

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