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|  | | Image of a sad man in a broken mirror
About pain, tears and other miscellaneous, the price of a prayer, friends, family and other enemies and what is the price that children pay; with a compilation of events saddled with a final twist.
Mothers should be the ones that chase the monsters from our nightmares, no be the monters themselves.
Friends should not be the ones that ill succumb and left us with the bitter taste of a long goodbye.
Stones shouldn't be the ones that bring pain on our toes when we throw a kick in frustration.
We should thank the Firemen and the Cops now, we didn't do it before 9/11.
Brides can se the future shining inside a diamont stone as life ends.
A house can be more things than bricks walls and Grandma's garden.
Every mirror as a image in it, don't be surprised when looking in y | |  | | Poems to read Tomorrow about Yesterday
This book is written with today’s poems that should be read tomorrow…about Yesterday.
“Poems to read tomorrow about yesterday” is a compilation of words that were found bunched in an thought empty drawer.
But they were taken one by one like handling the wings of a butterfly or laying a newborn already sleeping on the crib.
Poems are to poets like children, his children; born by the union with Erato, the muse of lyric and love poetry.
Each one conceived by remembering an epoch, a event, or perhaps a long goodbye which tears a string from our heart until its fabric disappear and inside our chest not even emptiness wants to come in.
| |  | | Portrait of a Sad Man (305 poems)
A life travel with 305 poems, from the abused child to the old man waiting for God's final call, with some tears and some laughs, with dreams and nightmares, but not less, with the sincerity of a poet telling you how it was, how he wished it to be and the scars collected in the long journey. (This time, smiles were included)
305 poems making the portrait of a man that became sad from a childhood without friends living among a disfunctional family.
Friends, family and other enemies where part of his pain, teas and miscellaneous.
But there also was wars and buddies, misery and fun, and even dreams, a lot of them, some broken, others still being searched for.
A globetrotter around the world, sometimes a Civil War Confederate Colonel, other a fun loving one with a weird sense of humor.
Soldier, sailor and many other things until he headed his boat for a last leg of a journey that was, perhaps, more lon | |  | | The Man on the Grassy Knoll (Trilogy #1)
In 1963, a heart broken Nation cried over her shattered dreams...
Camelot was dead and so was the innocence.
The book takes us through the attentat's trobbing spams of conspiracy until the fatal day and beyond.
Forty some years later, the man on the grassy knoll tells why he was there
and what he was ordered not to do.
This is the first book of a trilogy:
Book one: The Man on the Grassy Knoll
Book two: The Sniper's song
Book three The Job | |  | | The Sniper's Song (Trilogy #2)
"Walther" found himself in another country ready for another hit on a different Grassy Knoll than that of Dallas.
But the odds were the same, bad, after Executive Order made illegal to assassinate a high dignatary on foreign soil.
He wondered if his survival was expected...or wanted.
In the second part of the trilogy, the "second shooter" found himself in Laos, aiming at crossing through North Vietnam into China's territory. As a sniper, he didn't doubted what was expected of him, but he was a long way from home, and on the hit aftermath he couldn't count with the same protection from his Godfather like he gave him after Dallas. |
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