Reminiscence, memories, vague recognitions of the past and lots of stories acquired during the long trip on this planet, a round earth sometime so big and others real small. Our sky changes from blue to cloudy or stormy...
Go to ReadHow easy is to think about times gone by. Times that were beautiful, ugly or just plain boring. In our memory they all have something nice, something to remember that makes us smile, other will provoke sadness and watery eyes...
Go to ReadA night in a submarine, sailor, dreams , blueish lights and more.....
With the small group of boys of about my own age – at the time something like 10 years old- we had the routine of meeting along side of a dry ditch with some patches of brownish grass late in the afternoons.
Go to ReadPoncho, Poncho, somebody calls my name, I get up and look. Is my friend “Cuca” , he shouts: The priests of the Catholic school will be here this afternoon! I smile and think of nice sandwiches and a cup of tea for a change...
Go to ReadI wrote this few letters , a small poem, when visiting a service thanking donors in Naarden a town in The netherlands...
Go to ReadAngela a beautiful teenager girl appeared in our neighborhood just out of the blue (what else for a beauty of an Angel) and Frank met her during our walks in the Plaza Garin square.
She had fair a complexion, blonde hair and blue eyes and a voice that just saying...
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