Love tragedy. And a beautiful Paloma Faith song.
Love tragedy. I remember the hellos. So sweet and kind. You were a wild girl in a woman body. You made me learn to dance, learn to climb the fault lines of California… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Writing
Leftover wine.
Leftover wine. In Austin, Texas. Pretty woman confessed her sins to the bar room poet. He listens to her tale, and he caught glimpses of soft tears falling for things that were in… Continue reading
You can’t run from yourself. And an amazing Hanne Boel song.
You can’t run from yourself. I thought I had chameleon skin. My face could change with the weather, the continent. Once a blushing beauty told me. You are so handsome. Please show me… Continue reading
If I could turn back time, I would.
If I could turn back time, I would. I called beautiful Brigitte at 3 am and I awoke her up in Böblingen in the early Fall of 1981, Germany. She answered with a gentle and… Continue reading
The missing pieces.
Fragrance of what we were do appear. I looked into the mirror. The once warrior had become the house plant. This is sad.” … Continue reading
We get what we deserve. And an outstanding song.
We get what we deserve… I wrote on the bar napkin, a name of a kind woman who is dead to me now. Once the Bacchus wine made lovers of us, we were… Continue reading
Sacred memories.
1- The ray of the sun. Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face.… Continue reading
Old world, new world. And an amazing song by dear Caroline Manning.
Old world, new world. Old world is gone. Our world is quiet.Today the streets are empty,people are being kinder to each other.Time for us to lead with concern, kindness and listen to each… Continue reading
Free falling.
Free falling. Once we were the crazy ones. We believed in love and we believed in forever. We were sweet Summer red wine and discoverer of new and unknown places. I remember your… Continue reading
Write, write and write some more.
Poetry-love, passion and meaning… “I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it (anywhereI go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only… Continue reading