10 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

09/10 Portofino, Italy

We traveled into Cote D’azur, then into San Remo.  The weather was just perfect.  It couldn’t have been any better with the white sand, blue water and cypresses dancing in the breeze.  Another day beckoned us to swim.  We stopped off in Ventimilia in search for an open bank.  There too we hung around the waterfront and just let the days slip away.  We arrived in Genova late one night and ran into a bit of difficulty locating a room.  This is par for the course.  (more…)

10 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 058 The echoes of my footsteps

The echoes of my footsteps, reminds me I’m alone, down this endless street of silence, rains a melody, of home
and it’s this emptiness that fills my steps, for these nights I’ve slept, alone

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain, can’t ya hear me through the silence
callin out your name

The shadows shorten, as each street light nears, a passing spotlight on loneliness, another tear

Each day goes by, like this walk through the rain, though my hearts and dreams, consume me
each day still ends the same

These streets, there all wet with rain, I stand alone here, callin out in vain
can’t ya hear me through the silence, callin out your name