life
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Two Guitars. Was a warm May-day in Monterey and the sea was wild tonight. Once loud man, now quiet man drank his whiskey alone and he prayed for nothing more, nothing less. Once he was the laughing man, the smiling man. He drank the whiskey from the bottle and he told the stars. My last… Read more
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Tell me something. 1- She told me, Johnnie, Johnnie. I want a fable love, where amor can win. I don’t want a timid man, I want a wild and crazy man. I want to entangle our two bodies into a storm of never-ending needs and want. Please tell me, I am your everything. I want… Read more
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I want to get back with you. The oldest man in the tavern. He drinks alone and he write dead-man poetry. Sometime in April, he remembers a beauty. Was a warm late April day and beautiful Brigette told him. I love you Johnnie, please stay with me in Germany. He remembered her kind eyes and… Read more
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Eloquence woman. She asked me. Johnnie, you come to me and we talk till darkness. I read my books to you and we drink coffee. We are sea walkers and you hold my hand softly, dear Johnnie. You never talk of the past and you told me often. Life is now. I told her, my… Read more
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The loveliest gal in Monterey, she hated love and disliked men who begged for attention. I was the midnight poet and I would go to her shop in the mini-mall. I would bring coffee and sandwiches for her. I would read my poetry to her and she would ask me. You are my only friend… Read more
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Choose what you love…. (Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.) We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man lost his dreams. Now the fragrance of memories. Remind him. Great dreams don’t die, just become forgotten and in sweet dreams. We… Read more
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The prettiest girl in my world. Dear Julie, my sweetest love. I shall find you and we will wander to the lakes, we will wander to the West Virginia mountains. I want your bare feet and legs across my lap, and I want to fall into your golden brown eyes. I love your legs sun… Read more
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Lovely is. Lovely is the six am June sun kissing the sea. Lovely is when the warm sun, sun-kissing my face on a summer day. Lovely is the laughter of the children, singing and dancing near the sea. Lovely life is when two people become one, knowing love and gentleness. Lovely is the quiet of… Read more
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I drink the whiskey, I write and I remember. I chased her, she chased me. We didn’t know we were just babies reaching for a miracle. I drink the whiskey now; I write the midnight poetry. And I remember everything. It is 2am in Michigan. I sit alone, I drink alone and I write alone.… Read more
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September. I told her on a late September day in Germany. Old earth is going to sleep for a while, the days are getting colder and the days are getting shorter. Please Daniela, stay with me till the days of Fall and Winter is gone. In the cooler day of September and October, we learn… Read more
