Darling, stop and smell the roses. Dare to bloom against all the rain and cold the storms of time place in your way. Blossom, for the world needs your colours, your vibrance.
Restless Frantic Vagabond, They called him. Settle down, Find love, They told him. But he was in love, He said. He was in love with his freedom. He was in love, Not only with the castles of Europe, Or the forests of Brazil, The beaches of the Bahamas, The temples of India, But all of… Continue reading The Wanderer