Black as the night

Black as the night   I watched her dance alone to the holy Jazz songs. Simmering words make her body move slow and easy to the songs. I know to keep my distance.… Continue reading

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My California

My California   Do you remember me? I do remember you. I am jealous of the sun, the lucky sun falls into the California sea. I remember when I suicided boarded the Pacific.… Continue reading

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For Joey and some words.

 Play me the waltz of the angels I wrote some names down to paper, each name were kind mentors to me. In quiet prayers, I pray to sit with them again, talk till… Continue reading

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A few years ago… 1991

Originally posted on News from Ibonoco:
(Réédition du 10 décembre 2018)       Qui m’appelle et me dérange ainsi en pleine apesanteur d’esprit ? Qu’on me laisse à mes rêveries infinies, infiniment profondes…

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Big Sur meditation

 Big Sur meditation Who are we, my friend? Is our life half empty or half filled? I have seen people who gave-up and gave-in into the  struggle of life. Lifeless eyes, waiting for… Continue reading

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Song of the seasons

The song of fall Warm days, cold nights. Create an restless passion. I can hear the whisper of the wind on a solitary hill. Old Mother Nature is calling for aid. The water… Continue reading

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“I saw a face”

  I saw a face I saw a face in the distance. A beautiful tempting face. The face brought back a sweet memory, was once a sweet memory. She walked toward me and… Continue reading

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“Peace will come, even if, only by one”

Peace will come, even if, only by one. Old man sat by the sea. He whispered a prayer, a old prayer repeated often in his lifetime. “Please God of the sea, please god… Continue reading

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Amore e Libertà

Originally posted on tavolozza di vita:
Amore e libertà …la dimensione dell’avere è sempre la dimensione della scontettezza. …l’Amore deve essere appreso è la più grande arte che esista. …l’Amore è molto più…

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“Two shots of happy, one shot of sad”

   Two shots of happy, one shot of sad I painted pretty pictures for us, I made landscape of perfect and beautiful places. But we danced on the thread of real words. We… Continue reading

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