109 Quotes by Gwen Calvo

lunar angel of sweet water.

she is the sea he listens to with his hands

he is her home, a cemetery of poems.

America, You make dreams come true. You love. Thank you. Te amo

I confess to the trees, priests of dreams.

And we return to the East Side, exploring our steps. Returning to the hills, and paths that kiss and call mouths and hands.

with her embracing laughter, coffee and sky painted lips everything. everything is love.

He is a sea, a cliffside rooting. Writing a wound creating a cliffside in your heart. a love.

I write scars and dead butterflies.