Saturday, January 12


in the stillness of the night
beautiful music reverberates everywhere
we were gazing
stars along the mesmerizing fountain
of galaxies
above the Andean forests
cold warmth
writing memories for futures to come

greatest years of our lives

Friday, January 4


probably the fervor in finding these magnificent lives were lost when we found them strewn along the edges of time, having long forgotten their beginnings, their memory of origin eaten by aging time.

receding seas
lost evenings.


it rains around the world sleep welcomes the dream, and  enigmatic souls awaken along the eternal shores of destiny