Please take my hands, please take my heart.
Please take my hand, please take my heart. Old man told the young soldier in the Fort Louis NCO club. You must die to learn to live. You must lose everything to appreciate… Continue reading
Tag Archive: short-story
Monterey. Love glances and stolen kisses.
Monterey – Love glances and stolen kisses The old man found his final place to rest. He returned to Monterey. The sea was his last dream. January isn’t the perfect time for the… Continue reading
Dust in the wind.
Dust in the wind…. Was the early Winter of 1992 and I landed In California. I left home to go to war in the Spring of 1991. I was tired and I wanted… Continue reading
The Coyote song.
he Coyote song, lest we forget…. Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe… Continue reading
Another time, another place.
Another time, another place….. The loneliness man at Fort Hood volunteered for missions in Central American. He wanted to escape everything and he wanted to taste the Hemingway’s tropical paradise. Once he sought… Continue reading
Lovers and losers.
Lovers and losers She told me. I will cry for you. I would die for you. I will do anything to make you feel safe and loved. Please stay with me. The lonesome… Continue reading
Stripped to the bone.
Stripped to the bone…. I told her, I love the darkest things. I want a love so dark, my world turn purple/black. I don’t want sweet words, I want demanding words. I want… Continue reading
She was dancing alone.
She was dancing alone… She was dancing alone. Moving her bare feet slow and easy to the Jazz songs. She looked into my eyes and she waved me to come to her. I… Continue reading
A whiskey and a glass of water.
A whiskey and a glass of water… She gave me whiskey kisses and we danced the Texas two-step till the witches hours. She was a bad, bad woman and I wanted more and… Continue reading
Jazzy Monday and some words.
Sleepless nights. You and me, me and you. We love the Jazzy songs, slow dancing bare-ass for the midnight moon and making love till noon. You are my coffee mornings, my Lone Islands… Continue reading