A madman or saint. A beautiful Alison Sudol 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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Relish and relinquish.
Relish and relinquish. Ugliness and beauty fade away to old memories. Neither hold on. Our old face appeared and we accept who we are. We decide our life. We can sink or swim?… Continue reading
A safe place, a kind face. Maybe?
A safe place, a kind face, maybe? Someone told the loneliest lady in the bar. Johnnie wanted to die alone, with Jack Daniel and Jim Beam as his only friends. She stood behind… Continue reading
Souvenirs.
Souvenirs. An old box filled with simple gifts.Shiny stones from the Big Sur.Seashells from the coast of Europe.Many photo books from the past. Last book my father read.Old silver dollars fathers collected.Father’s silver… Continue reading
You get what you deserve.
You get what you deserve. Father told me often, we get what we deserve. I played the bastard well and the darkness overtook my life. He turned to me and he whispered. Something… Continue reading
Too old to die young. And an amazing Trishas song.
Too old to die young. 1- Almost 68 years old,I lived in many places and I had many lives.Old man looked back at me in the mirror.I told him,you are too old to… Continue reading
Landscape of a perfect place.
Landscape of a perfect place. (Photo-Source:amespeciale(Thank you Tumblr) I understand the difference between the light and the dark. I have glimpsed perfect beauty and I have known solid hate. Even if my eyes were blinded… Continue reading
When I am done and a beautiful Marianne Faithfull song.
When I am done. I became the old man who waiting for no-one. Once I wanted everything and now. I need little. I wonder where the old soldiers go. When they are so… Continue reading
The Pacific Ocean.
The Pacific Ocean. The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me… Continue reading
My beautiful Daniela.
My beautiful Daniela. (Written when my heart and soul was alive and free to love without fear. Written in November 1978) My world was wild and crazy. I’m slow down by a look… Continue reading