“Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.”

Give me love like summer rain.

This wild heart beats restlessness.

I search for summer in every corner of september.

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.

We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.

I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.

Open your heart to life before summer is over.

We all need more solitude sundays.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

My only home are the daydreams I dream.

From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.

I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.

Instead of warning pregnant women not to drink,I think female alcoholics ought to be told not to fuck.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.

Good wine is a necessity of life for me.

Milk is for babies. When you grow up you have to drink beer.

Why is the rum always gone.

Be careful to trust a person who does not like wine.

I like on the table, when we’re speaking, the light of a bottle of intelligent wine.

Beer may cause you to digress and lead a happier life.