Category Archive: writer

“Peace will come”

Peace will come   My child, don’t you cry. War is near and life is so hard. Tomorrow may come and a new day where the sun shall shine upon a world where… Continue reading

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“The hills and the Apache”

            The hills and the Apache   I had two bottles of strong tequila, a bag of some fresh lemons. I drove for three hours to the California… Continue reading

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“The Iron Mountain song”

The Iron Mountain song   I have finished my journey and I drove to Iron Mountain. Been 30 years since I saw her face and I needed to talk to her one more… Continue reading

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We are born to live

We are born to die and we are born to live   Dear father drank his one pint of rum with some coke nightly and he sat alone with his thoughts. I learn… Continue reading

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“Forget me not”

Forget me not I dreamed of you, I dreams of us. I picked-up the phone. I was dreaming of your face, your voice, the softness of your hands. I dreamed of your long… Continue reading

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“My Hemingway wish”

My Hemingway wish   After World War one. Many great writers gathered in the city of light, dear Paris. She was a place where artist, poets and writers painted their wonders, wrote their… Continue reading

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“Let’s drink and pray for more”

Let’s drink and pray for more   Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor, barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin. Her wild eyes searched for what… Continue reading

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The water and the fire

  The water and the fire   I told the Irish beauty in the tavern in Austin, Texas. Some men are dying and some men are living. Death is like a fire. It… Continue reading

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My great love- part two

My great love   I told the young writer, we shall have many great loves. Many women will steal our heart, make us want everything and more. But there are those maidens, who… Continue reading

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“Perhaps, perhaps my love”

Perhaps, perhaps my love   The night is long and the drink is cheap, the music is good and the design of the night had brought her to me.   Words are shared… Continue reading

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