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Haunted places and haunted memories. I wear the white crystal you gave me in 1992. The necklace feels more heavy with time and distance. I learn in old age. When we are young, the illusion of love can be forever. We learn to accept the shadows of love kisses and the dark mirrors of things… Read more
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1- Was a sweet dream once. Prettiest gal I ever known. Befriended me and I adored her. I didn’t learn yet. Never love a broken-hearted woman. A locked-up heart cannot be opened till she forgives herself. A cold hearted can stay frozen till time steal the pain away. 2- You can share whiskey; you can… Read more
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Lead with concern, kindness and listen. 1- I was a soldier for 15 years. California taught me peace and Texas taught me madness. Europe taught me. People can be kind and war taught me. We are led by angry and greedy men. Does war teach us anything? I believe today the people of the USA… Read more
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Go forward. I told the young woman with tears in her eyes. Somedays are lonely and we can be scared. We believe we walk alone. Sometimes we need to stop our life and renew our dreams. Life is never easy and we will know great sadness. We will lose our mentors and we will know… Read more
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She is free 1- She found me at the Pacific, she taught me how to dance with the sea, she taught me to love Irish coffee and she taught me. love should be easy and free, a safe please to rest, not held captive. 2- We sang free-bird to the Pacific, we drank whiskey at… Read more
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Missing pieces. Part two. The Korean war was a short and bloody war. My father did two tours in Korea. He only spoke of war when drunk late at night. The rum opened door to memories and friends faces left in the Korean dirt. I would sit at a distance. He would have conversation with… Read more
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Missing pieces. Part one. On paper with black ink and thoughts. I try to replay the days of drunken bliss and delight. Today like a worn-out cushion. I wait for no-one. When age was my wealth. I wouldn’t ransom for soul for a few dollars and safety in old age. Today I’m barren in hope… Read more
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Hello again. For my dearest Peggy. I have learned to love the darkness of the taverns and the jazz clubs, where the people with nothing to hide, can go. Old men and old women tell their stories. The stories are less fiction, just a place to confess their sins. They do not try to impress… Read more
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Unwashed memories. At the Purgatory Inn in Austin, Texas. No-one seek to save you; no-one is seeking salvation. Just leftover people finding peace in the whiskey and the sad country songs. Pretty Sally, long legged Texas gal told me. I have watched you for three years. You believed you have won when the whiskey is… Read more
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A thousand years Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left. We had an untamed love. You turned me inside out and made me bleed often. You taught me I could feel and I was alive. I… Read more
