Petit Café

It wasn’t bitterly cold that season – The chrysanthemums were boasting in their bloom, But my fingers fancied holding my sixth cup of mint tea As I was watching people; The children holding hands Near the fountain where a lady holding a book threw a coin into, The birds picking up the crumbs left behind [...]

Read this to the Love of your Life

Having A Coke With You - Poem by Frank O'Hara is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian partly because of my love [...]

Ambedo

i’d watch him; reading a book concentrating intensely on that one page and repeatedly push his hair back, but failed in trying to get it off his face. the tense look upon his face broken by his smile – oh that smile he possessed. i’d watch him; his fingers dancing across the fretboard of his [...]