My Gypsy soul.
My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading
The poet’s eyes, the lover’s song… A pretty lady glided across the room to me. Her eyes inflamed with the hunger for a dance, sweets words and some kisses. I told her. Dear… Continue reading
Originally posted on almerighi:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oy8Z53zPJPQ Georgi Kasabov Milev, in bulgaro: detto Geo Milev, è stato un poeta (1985 – 1925) , critico letterario, pittore e redattore bulgaro. Diario . ORMAI E’ TROPPO TARDI.…
The poet and the naked lady.. I fell in love with a long legged woman, her eyes of never-ending questions and her flowing auburn hair stole my voice and my eyes. I ate… Continue reading