We are born to live… The Monterey dark poet loved the street artist. Male or female, who can create with their hands. Everlasting beautiful artwork, beautiful things for the world to observe. He… Continue reading
Please stay with me, till the world ends dear lover… I called your name and I asked the moon. Please one more kiss, please one more dance with the most beautiful lady in… Continue reading
Lost prayers.. Once careless man sought peace in war. He didn’t learn peace. He learn the law of the gun, the law of the hate, the law of the death whispers. In Bosnia,… Continue reading
What you give with hopeful heart, you will get more… If nature has made you for a giver, your hands are born open, and so is your heart; and though there may be… Continue reading