Thursday, October 22, 2015

I love when

I love when night falls and a man walks up the road and he has a dog named Mystic and Romanian blood and an uncle with a similar name and a father born with the same date and you can talk about lessons and mistakes and not be afraid

Saturday, October 10, 2015

no one tires

no one tires 
of the soul's genuine work

fresh straw and rice grow without 
tampering, natural the way 
lovers embrace,
after a journey,
by the moon, 
with the sun, 
wind the only thing 
able to change direction 

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

honey from bees

there is always a bit 
that lingers
at the bottom of the cup.
it is the sweetest, 
though       many never
discover it.