All the beautiful women thought
Every love poem I wrote
I wrote for them.
But I always felt bad
Knowing I wrote them
Just for something to do.
translated by George Messo
All the beautiful women thought
Every love poem I wrote
I wrote for them.
But I always felt bad
Knowing I wrote them
Just for something to do.
translated by George Messo
ab ovo usque ad mala
In making of a castle on the cloud.
La vita è un’enorme tela: rovescia su di essa tutti i colori che puoi (Danny Kaye)
Poetry Whispers In a Pulchritudinous Dialect
...words and images from England's green and pleasant land...
Know the lived
Photos are NOT mine. Credits goes to their respective owners.If I didn't credit the photo SORRY, that means I couldn't find the owner...❤ My life is my choice! I'm going to live how I want. Good vibes only.
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.
The magic is in the mystery.
Daily wind
Welcome to my world
Sigh…just another illusion and assumption. Sad.
His poetry is deceptively simple but always honest.
Oh, man…the secret’s out.
🙂
An illusion less, but a nice poem!
Glad you like it.
Yes, and it’s even worse when you write a poem and never get to send it to her.
Also bad.
Sardonically Witty !
That it is.