Life is just a dance with the devil.

Inner strength versus temptation, testing the strength.

Sometimes things never really start at all.

Foolish, dangerous thoughts upon meeting again a girl friend from forty years ago. Love and passion does not necessarily diminish with age.

For it’s a love hate relationship.

Poem.

A poem about the temptations and seductions we face in our lives.

I received a birthday card from my younger sister Marliza last week. It was three months late, which is normal for her and the tasteful illustration pictured that Gothic horror shop of England, the Bloody tower of London. On it she wrote, “Wish you were here.”

Sweet temptations, rejected.

How can we know when something or someone is really meant for us, or when a carrot is being dangled in front of us to lead us over the cliff?