If the sun
upon kissing the sea
paints it the color of fire
and the burning of its desire
blends the red with the black
and the blue with the dreams,
why don´t you kiss me, my love?.
If the sea...
Unexpectedly in the Sun This April Sun . . . Sunshine No sound in the air No humdrum . . . only brief wounds A dog barking A mother quieting her daughter - bored A...
Ah, woman that holds my hands Sláinte(s) me each time our Merlots meet Plunges her blue eyes into mine, touches my hands Fired up fingers feeling me wholly Brings surrounding...
