The beautiful women thought
The love poems I wrote
Were about them.
And I always suffered
Knowing that I wrote them
To keep busy.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
The beautiful women thought
The love poems I wrote
Were about them.
And I always suffered
Knowing that I wrote them
To keep busy.
translated by Murat Nemet-Nejat
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
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Crafting, Cooking & Journalling through Life
la condivisione del dolore è un dono di amore da parte di chi lo fa e di chi lo riceve
A picture tells a thousand stories!
Here, Now and Somewhere else
Moda-Creative thinking
Lucania la mia ragione di vita
Deal with the faults of others as gently as your own.
....But if you stay in my lane long enough, you'll experience my emotions...
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
Gesundheit - Rezepte - Reisen
Blog de literatura e artes
Urban art and culture
We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
Hahahaha!
Ah, but you didn’t know me! 😀 😀
True.
That one brought a loud guffaw to my heart. And then I stopped and realised I was lying to myself. I was always writing to them – all of them, the blondes, the brunettes, the redheads. It didn’t matter.
Oh, you are a sly one. 🙂
Don’t we all?
Beautiful…
Yes, we probably all do.
Wonderful.