Robert Petrecca


Your Eyes Have Penetrated My Heart: The Love Songs Of Guido Cavalcanti, Translated By Robert Petrecca

Gentle Death

Gentle death remedy of The bad, mercy, mercy With clasped hands I Implore you, come and See me, or take Me; what worse things Love does to me.  My living spirit is Consumed and spent. Here  I am. Where I Was happy, now I’m Halfway there. Where I Walk, pain and pain And crying. She… Continue reading Gentle Death