Author: Freddy S. Zalta
412 Posts
“OWNED NO MORE, THE LIFE OF A SALESMAN”
Where is the Song? and some other snippets
Freddy Zalta, Poetry, Some Poetry
You Know the Song
A Bedtime Story (Full version)
Music and all those Sounds
Essays and Commentaries, Freddy Zalta
Who Catches the Tears?
Answers are not always the Answer
Never Give Up
Tom Seaver – my childhood Hero
It’s Complicated (Anything is Possible)
Ten Million Smiles
Shadow by your Side
Cryptic Words Unread
Black and White (Blood of a Thousand Colors)
Absurdity in a Bizarro World
Empty Eyes
Commentaries, Freddy Zalta, Holocaust
Day of Holocaust Remembrance 2019
Jubilation and Waiting
Absurd Beauty
The Moon and Time
Times up
Slow Train and other Poetry
Red Sangria (Proof of a past)
The Curse of the Poet
A Star is Gone
Joke was Not Funny (or Dirty Stained Teardrops)
Carnival Fountain
Balcony overlooking the Past
An Unexpected Encounter
Not too Late
A Murder of Sorts
O’ rain puddles on the dirty street
Not Only a Dream
False Reflecting Mirrors (or Broken Clocks)
An Unexpected Lunch Date
Lost Sentries
Thanksgiving – Thank you all
Strange Times as Usual
Son of my Father
Ready
Sensories in Life
If… (or friday night candles)
Faded
Whispers of Memories
Clowning
Tough and Gentle
You run out of breath
Truth
Freddy Zalta, Nurture, Short Stories
