Free your self
Sorrow no more...
Who gathered me
in his arms...
Fam’lies in the Park
together - playing - grilling...
For a while
embrace...
Dedicated to the countless war poets, and all of...
“When the prison guards burned his manuscripts...
Can you play the memory game?
Who was wrong...
I knew this was what I wanted,
Though your heart seems broken...
Mardi Gras
The floats rumble...
Holiness
It's just a feeling of fulfilment...
Mr. James Dean,
always there...
Take a chance
And roll the dice...
I let my worries fall into water
my body leaning against my favorite tree...