Vivo per lei

I live for her, you know,
since the first time I met her.
I do not remember how,
but she entered within me and stayed there.

I live for her because she
makes my soul vibrate so strongly.

I live for her and it is not a burden.
I live for her too, you know,
and don’t be jealous:
she belongs to all those who
have a need that is always switched on
like a stereo in the bedroom,
to someone who is alone and now knows
that she is also for him;
for this reason
I live for her.

She is a muse who invites us to brush her with the fingers.
Through a piano
death remains far away;
I live for her.
I live for her who often knows how to be sweet and sensual;

sometimes she stuns you but it is a blow that never hurts.

I live for her.
I know she makes me travel from town to town and suffer a little,
but at least I live.
It is painful when she leaves.

I live in hotels for her.
It grows with supreme pleasure.
I live for her in the vortex.
Through my voice it expands and produces love.

I live for her,
I have nothing else,
and how many others I shall meet who, like me, have written on their faces
"I live for her."
I live for her on a dais or against a wall

I live for her to the limit.…also in a harsh tomorrow.
I live for her to the very edge.
Every day a conquest;
the protagonist will always be her.

I live for her because now
I have no other way out,
because, you know, music is something I have truly never betrayed.

I live for her because she gives me rests and notes with freedom.
If there were another life I’d live it,
I’d live it for her.

I live for her, music.
I live for her.
I live for her, she is unique.
I live for her.


For the wheat

man oh man.
I thought I'd never get back. As soon as those last fateful words left my lips I was smitten with The Ebola Virus which threatened my very life.

I exaggerate.

But my trusty Honda (almighty car of cars) was taken from me and left me, sick as I was, to drag my weary feet a whole 2 miles to the library and back.
In the unforgiving Texas sun. My parched lips and blistering forehead could not survive another journey I surmised, so I played it safe -- sat in my room, in the shade, and contemplated my next move.

Easter dashed in and I reveled in the resurrection of our risen Lord.

My car returned to me and so I'm taking it for a little vacation to San Antonio so it can visit with it's car friends.
(My dad's visiting from his far flung mission field so I want to see him too)

Pity the innocents.


And he shall glean the wheat from the chaff and gather them into his barns..

So now that I've discerned the truly loyal readers from the voyeurs I'll kick back in again.
Delighted to see you.