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
Sarah Torribio and her right brain. Music. Musings. Writing. Style.
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4TheRecord is dedicated primarily to Ausmusic from all eras and most genres, we will explore the dynamics of the creative process, and reveal the great drama, lyricism, musicality, and emotion behind each classic song.
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
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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.