Tony Zurlo3 ene 20211 Min. de lecturaThe embryo of time by Tony ZurloThe Embryo of Time If only stars grew on trees like moss, we could use them as pillows for peace, and pass them out around the world. Or...
andreazurlo9 abr 20201 Min. de lectura"When the Angels Call" by Tony ZurloI often wonder about dying. The stage lures and terrifies, Fire and ice on the same night
andreazurlo10 feb 20201 Min. de lecturaThere is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn) by Tony ZurloA poem by Tony Zurlo There is a season (Turn, Turn, Turn)
andreazurlo22 nov 20191 Min. de lecturaAn Imperfect Comb-over by Tony Zurlo©I part my hair behind, but the streaks of gray (TS Eliot) expose an imperfect comb-over of my globe of wisdom that shines in the light.
