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My gin and juice lullaby. Once we stripped bare naked and we showed real face and real skin. You were fire and I was water. My greed was to steal everything I could. We languished in cheap motel till the noon hours and I saw in your eyes. You knew, I was just a thief.… Read more
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Spin the bottle. Old man sat alone and he told me. Damn if you do, damn if you don’t. Life is like spin the bottle and playing with your sister. All you get is a kiss on the cheek. Today I masquerade as a free man. My Jack Daniel warm and tasty, leave me cold… 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
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Things lost, things found. My scattered memories reappear in wild dreams. I remember forgotten face, I remember forgotten places and I remember the last conversations with great people, I have known. Things lost, things found. Just building blocks of a life, the lessons making us wiser and stronger. Our dreams are where we gather a… Read more
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Listen to the wind. Find a valley where the kind wind can sing to you, stand in an apple tree orchard, touch an apple, taste the sweetness. Gifts, wonderful gift from Mother Nature. Go to the sea, dance with the waves, meditate with the ocean song, great sea, will sing the song of today, will… Read more
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I need a wild heart…. 1- Love made me live. Beautiful woman told me. We need to bathe in the quiet and sweetness of love.Love come when love wants.The movement of love is like a song.The rhythmically song take us to interlacing of hands, mouth and body.Let’s dance nude upon the balcony and allow… Read more
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The sweetest things. I have seen so many mysteries and seen so much beauty. I swam in the Pacific Ocean in the early spring storms. Riding my suicide board. I felt so free and helpless. I felt so small but safe. I stood at the Pinnacle on top of a mountain. I saw four states. The beauty of being… Read more
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The drinking song. Once I met Bukowski in California and he told me. Never truth a man, who never drinks. I learn with old age. He was right. Drunk men or women will tell you the truth. Even if you don’t want to know. Now old age had stolen my energy and I keep doing… Read more
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Softly we shall go. Softly we shall go, you and me. We had danced in many dangerous storms and we wanted more. Baby sweet, honey, my love. We need more shoeless days, we need to hear the song of the sea. We need the morning sun on our face and more easy days. Softly we… Read more
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I remember you… 1- Once I knew you.. I was your Doc Holliday and you were my Kate. We knew the whiskey, the sin and the skin. Once we showed our scars and I wrote poetry on your pale skin. Now you create a self-made cell, your private prison. I hold you close and I… Read more
