The hanging tree…
(April, poetry month number eleven.. Sometimes. We cannot win, sometimes. We are not allowed to know kindness. The gift of love had forgotten us. Or maybe we have forgotten love?) The hanging tree…… Continue reading
(April, poetry month number eleven.. Sometimes. We cannot win, sometimes. We are not allowed to know kindness. The gift of love had forgotten us. Or maybe we have forgotten love?) The hanging tree…… Continue reading
I need more barefoot days… I want to remember a beautiful Summer day, I want to remember a sweet woman face, I want to remember a kind woman voice. I do remember her… Continue reading
When an woman smile… My heart stopped and my world become perfect. When your gift of your beautiful smile and laughter, take me to sacred and cherish place. I’m captive by your gentle… Continue reading
Almost love.. I would take you anywhere your heart desired. You were long and tall, coffee brown eyes and the wildest soul, I have ever known. We loved cigarettes, we loved the Gentleman… Continue reading
Nothing could stop me… I traveled 2500 miles to see your face and nothing could stop me. When I arrive at your home. I will kiss your hair, I will kiss your neck… Continue reading
Landscape of 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 and… Continue reading