Naked under the moon – Maxima

Her warm and gentle hand …
Between the curious moon and my face
I restless lips whisper
You, you are the wind … and the flower.
You, you are my whole world.
He sailed in a small boat of happiness
A love song, a beautiful song
That one that is eternal
A moment of smile
Vivid, my past enriches me
A moment of truth bursts like a chestnut
In my little heart

Written: © Maxima 

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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...

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