When is the last time you looked
at your wife’s face in repose?
Do it today, Do it now.
See how defenseless, how very precious,
how beautiful she is.
Snuggle close, kiss her soft lips,
touch her breasts
When she wakens, cleave into her ....
With reverent awe, with tender passion
With sheer joy, your body electric,
Alive with love.
oscar colman
Age:87,feel like 97, think like 57
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Joe, my grandson
Grandson Yaniv at 4 months
Chaim, Valerie with their son, our grandson, Yaniv
Chaim(grandson) and his son Yaniv
Anna,Elie,Sophia and Zahra
Grandson Elie and Zahra
Anna(Elie's wife) and Sophia
Zahra + Sophia (great grandchildren)
Elie and Anna's kids Sophia + Zahra
Grandson Elie
Oscar and Marcia Colman (nee Marcia Rotchtin)
grandsons Zohar, Chaim and Joe
granddaughter Sarah
Zohar, my grandson
Top Left: brother Philip and brother Harry,bottom Left: me(age 13 or 14) and our dad Joseph
My three children, Audrey, Steven and Anita
Marcia and I with grandson Joey in younger days
My brother Phillip, my sister Claire and me
Marcia, my lovely wife, nee Marcia Rotchtin
me in the middle,my son( right) and grandson(left)
maybe around 1980?
me, duringWW2 in Normandy with dog friend
me and army buddy in Holland during WW2
me(age 18) with parents and cousin before going overseas
me(age 10,11?),my sister Claire and brother Phillip
me(age9?) with brother Phillip,sister Annie(back) and niece Shirley
2 comments:
You are always very poetic :-)
I dedicate this song to you and your wife.It makes me think of you two. It is one of my preferred songs in Italian, it is a shame you cannot hear it :-) and sorry if the translation is not very good in some parts
Ivano Fossati
La costruzione di un amore
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yo0m2UmpySM
The construction of a love
The construction of a love
breaks the veins of the hands
it mixes blood with sweat
if any remains
The construction of a love
does not repay the pain
it is like an altar of sand
on the seashore
The construction of my love
I like to see it grow
like a one hundred storeys skyscraper
or like a sunflower
And I put my experience in it
just like decorating a Christmas tree
just like a gift to a bride
something that it is there
and it does not hurt
And on each storey there is a smile
for each winter to pass
on each storey there is a Heaven
to consume
Behind a door a bit of love
for the moments when there will be no time to make love
for the moments when you will desire to cut
my picture
And in the meantime I look this love
it comes so near to the sky
and after so much love
the sky is not enough
And I am here and I am amazed
I bite my arms but yes it's me
the mirror has my face
It is beautiful to come back to life
when it seemed to be ended
it is beautiful to see again
and the worse thing is that everything
is real
Thank you ever so much Flavia. Marcia and I shall treasure your song/poem by Ivano Fossati. Oh you Italians are
so romantic.
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