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I crawled up to him on my kneesFrom outsdie any loopMy life a map of broken boulevardsThat didn't connectMe a map of different peopleThat didn't connectI didn't know who I wasOr where I came fromIt…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by William Zappa Sep 13, 2011. 2 Replies 4 Likes
I miss you, gentle man of WalesI miss you, and the language we spoke together, the language of usOur languageI miss: US I know that I write about everything, and everyone other than you. But that…Continue
Started Aug 29, 2011 0 Replies 0 Likes
When I visit Florence I always start my walk at the Piazza della Santissima, I visit the Ospedale degli Innocenti, with it's sweet della Robbia medalions, I'd stop to adore Gherlandaio, the Church…Continue
Started Aug 11, 2011 0 Replies 0 Likes
"The sea water is so blue, and soooo clear here" she said"that you can see right through it!." "Like a pool of crystallinewaters". "We ate pureed Aubergene with Sweet Rosemary Bread for…Continue
Posted on December 4, 2014 at 3:10 0 Comments 1 Like
I lived in the archive of
His colourful, chaotic past
For two months
Sleeping with the Dust and Boxed Relics
Of his old life
The life he said he’d out grown
The Skin he said he’d Shed
His fashionable fox fur coat
And Hall of Packed Paintings
His One Hundred and One Shirts…
ContinuePosted on June 19, 2011 at 23:30 0 Comments 0 Likes
Up in the warm womb of Heidelberg
surrounded by lush sub tropical plants
palms, and the song of the Thrush
embraced by the ever changing skyline
wave riders, and Atlantic winds:
the stream of consciousness flows...
Posted on June 11, 2011 at 10:30 0 Comments 1 Like
......it was a few days out past the island of Haiti, and stories of the White Witch of Rose Hall, where the rough indigo blue of the Atlantic became the far gentler turquoise waters of the Caribbean. (I was only eleven years old) . The Atlantic ocean seemed like a lonley and desolate expanse to me: the murky blue waters,extending all the way out to the horizon, on all sides, the ocassional passing of ships, the constant churning of the waves, the eternal rocking motion of the…
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