Red Wine

Broken lips, wounds filled with the red liquid. Biting, sour and yet so coarse. My anxiety Just wanted to taste it : to lick it.. The sourness, trobbing in my blood.. One sip just seemed to be enough, deciced my thoughts; losing their faith of being though, My eyes: they color the red from the

Dogs in the morning

Waiting for the sun to arrive, lifting up my sheets and I feel my bare feet rise ; I’m born in a new morning.. ……. The sun is shining through the window; lighting up my white pillow.. The rustling in the living room makes me want to see this new day in all her glory

Nashville is not the same without you

All those guitars, blinked in the break of dawn. I fitted  my winterboots; I walked a new era in this familiar  town.. ….. I danced under the snowy pineapple trees, I heard: my dreams were so free like the old country songs, floating in the wind.. The atmosphere ; he brought my thoughts to the