Only Once
It was in the between, when the night is still young and the new day yet to be born, where …
It was in the between, when the night is still young and the new day yet to be born, where …
Most of all, I like the river, singing on its way, unafraid of the unknown. Solitary, to where its delta …
Some thousand words, some thousand lines, and not one feels right. You never shall see her tears fall on all …
Yesterdays, I walk in yesterdays, wander over cobble stone streets along old buildings, mesmerized by such richness in their history. …
Where mountain ridges are desolated grey, dusty roads bend through a sun scorched valley and summer rivers run dry under …
For all those times of what might have been, but never was. For all those chances that have been given, …
Lost, floating aimless in the embrace of your languished waves, moonbeams caress so gently my face. Sing, till all shadows …
When our hands tender caress the formed lines of our existence, when our lips drink, insatiable from the well of …
At twilight time this day, there is a heron alighting on the bridge, in such way a king demands his …
I saw a man this dawn, he stood on the other side, quietly, with ghostly eyes, and oh, the river …