I have lived in many places, and I have met many people, but only a few have appreciated me, for who I am, selflessly... these people I remember the most.

In any broken place there rests tangible evidence of those who came before us and in touching what they left, we can for a time touch them.

Memories pressed between the pages of my mind. That’s part of an old song that I have come to love in my twilight years. Memories. One thing I would like to do is find a way to bend space-time back on me so that I could re-think a lot of those thoughts I was thinking as a teenager, and figure out why I was thinking the way I did back then. Memories. Good night and sweet night waves.

Tango is where the passion and love lasts forever.

There's an aristocracy in the whims of destiny.

Life grows too quickly; it quickly turns into memories.