The ladies were goddesses, dancing for desperate men. He watched the dancers, going from silky pantie and bra to bare skin. He wrote in his journal. “Perfume ladies, bare skin and fake smiles.… Continue reading
Empty cups.. In another lifetime. We danced, we drank and we loved. Once filled cup became half-empty and we accepted less. Once we entwined our dreams and lives. Now strangers, we became. Today… Continue reading
A song of forever… A song of forever, she didn’t want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy… Continue reading