Wednesday, October 05, 2005

OH NO!! Paul Pena! Oct. 1

this from clicking Ron: Paul Pena. Paul Pena was an important musician/ composer/ lyricist to this Bay Area California teeny bopper -- Too long unsung. Thanks to Susan Tedeschi, and others, for recording his songs.

To Paul - In thanks for holding out for the music -- for what you mean.

"I'm gonna move/ away from here/ you can find me/ if you wanna go there." ~ Paul Pena - RIP


Anonymous Anonymous said...

She is still the most beautiful woman that I have met.

with sincerest love,

6/10/05 12:53  
Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

Who? Susan Tedeschi? Funny, I never took you for a blues man.

Hey, Michael? Why isn't my phone ringing? Are you still here? And if you are, why aren't you here? I even washed my dishes!

But, really good for you to stop by my "home" - yes, this is where I'm always home and where I can always be found.

Now, call me! I'm leaving on the 12 and will be gone for a week. Love & Poetry.

6/10/05 13:45  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Darling Lorna, I am in Denver until 16th..What # can I reach you at? Or, call me at 303-329-6446, and, leave a message if I am not available...I miss you and Javier...Michael

6/10/05 16:58  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The photgraph makes me smile...You radiate nature's beauty, and,I am blessed to know you...

7/10/05 03:39  
Blogger Lorna Dee Cervantes said...

M: Check your email. I wrote to you on the 3rd. I'll call you soon.

7/10/05 08:47  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have all my emails infront of me..nothing.. ..
I look forward to hearing from you..

7/10/05 08:55  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can we meet, Monday am? Michael

8/10/05 10:37  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ah, the cool Southwest Saskatchewan prairie air is beginning its descent. Here, in Swift Current, to paraphrase Rilke, "...Your eyes find it hard to tear themselves.." as the fall colors of autumn are replaced with the long shadows of winter. As Updike wrote, "...Why do we love them, these last days of something/like summer, of freedom to move in few clothes,/though frost has flattened the morning grass.."The winter air displaces with its volume your very breath, but one cannot stop the moments of winter from approaching. The landscape, here, shows how immense the world is, and, the search for silence within the silence lies where it begins, whoever you are..You are always in my thoughts, Michael

27/10/05 15:35  

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