Poet/Writer/Translator
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
