Every leaf on every branch of every tree in the forest dances to a different tune Every star that twinkles with a million-year-old light looks all the way into you Every bit of foam on every wave in every sea likes to know that you are here And every moment of a lifetime in eternityContinue reading “We never will be done…”
This party has got to end After I bandage up this kid I think this party has got to end Remember me? I’ve got to bandage up this kid I think This party has got to end After I bandage up this kid Remember me? I think I remember If I bandage up this kidContinue reading “This party has got to end”
There are three aromas I will always remember: Girls, smelling of candy Boys, smelling of sweat and you, smelling always like freshly baked bread
He carried an assortment of sour expressions in his pocket, each uglier than the one before, and slapped them across his face at the slightest provocation.
I bought a sketchbook on my way to work yesterday and needed to break it in with a quick sketch. At lunch I went to Central Park and came across this man playing saxophone. It finally feels like winter has retreated and left behind hopes for better days ahead. The melody is All The Way, writtenContinue reading “Citysketch: A saxophone in the park”