So, it is. The sin of time. And an amazing song.
So, it is. 1- I didn’t know it was the last night I would see your face. I didn’t know it would be the time I would hear your voice and I didn’t… Continue reading
Tag Archive: poetry
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Hanging with Prince.
Loveliest girl in Michigan. Old soldier drinking alone in Port Austin, Michigan and he knew. He had learn too late. Love is fleeing moments that cannot be caught. He know now. Love can… Continue reading
Scottish kisses.
The sweetest Scottish gal kisses. My gun is locked away. My mind and my body is tire. I came to Aberdeenshire to remember a memory. Once young brave soldier told his auburn hair… Continue reading
Listen, think and speak. Grandfather wisdom.
Listen, think, speak. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading
The sea.
The sea. I told her. Become like the sea. Move with the dancing waves, free and uncontrolled.Enter into the meditation of the sea and listen to the ancient voices. Take in the quiet… Continue reading
Now nothing remains the same.
Now nothing remains the same. Your name came to me late in the midnight hour. Brought back the canvas of your perfect body, kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made… Continue reading
Tempting fate.
Tempting fate. I am walking in the rain, the cold March rain upon my rain. I am walking away from place of love turn black.I left a lady crying and alone.Our sweet words turned… Continue reading
The poet, the dancer and the artist.
The poet, the dancer and the artist. It was last warm days of Summer, the late August warm days were appreciated. Two men and one woman are drinking their coffee near the Port… Continue reading
One line poetry. Love be sweet, love be damned.
1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a Summer day, was a day of the sea and the dance. Let’s’ do it… Continue reading
The day is gone and the darkness is here. For beautiful dear Jennifer.
The day is gone and the dark nights are here. I never liked the month of December. I seem to lose more than I gained. Once, after a war, I returned home and… Continue reading