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
Tag Archive: short-story
One more cup of coffee..
One more cup of coffee.. She was a California dream, in her eyes. You could see the great sea. In her voice, she could take away all my sadness. I went to her… Continue reading
Once we had the days of Spring..
1- Once we had the days of Spring.. I remember it was the first warm day of Spring in April 1977. She found me by the lake and she shared a beautiful smile… Continue reading
Roses and lovers. And a beautiful Mean Mary song.
Roses and lovers… “O my love, O my love.I said: Let me fall or stand,let me fall or stand,let me live or die,but this once hear me speak-O my love, O my love.Yet a… Continue reading
Love is blue.. And a amazing song.
Love is blue.. 1- You are. As pretty as a perfect painting and I adore your sacred shores. The moon is above us, lighting the night and my feet are touching the Summer… Continue reading
The disease..
DISEASE…. Two strangers sat together. Discussing things that didn’t matter. The woman looked at the man. Told him. I was once a beauty once.Men begged for my attention. He whispered to… Continue reading
Please Peggy, don’t cry.. And one of the great songs.
Sweet Peggy, please don’t cry… I found you again in 1992. My war had ended for awhile and you were fighting a lifetime war. You had gin, vodka and whiskey on your kitchen… Continue reading
Can you catch a falling leaf?
Can you catch a falling leaf? The days of October are here and I did the greatest sin. I returned to a place of magic trying to find the scent of yesterday. Time… 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
Blushing beauty stole my heart..
Blushing beauty stole my heart… The drunk poet, he loved the noisy Austin taverns. He liked the people who had fallen and they liked silence over worthless words. The sameness of faces made… Continue reading