“When no possessions keep us, when no countries contain us, and no time detains us, man becomes a heroic wanderer, and woman,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What is a Wanderess? Bound by no boundaries, contained by no countries, tamed by no time, she is the force of nature’s… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Wanderess, Wanderess, weave us a story of seduction and ruse. Heroic be the Wanderess, the world be her muse.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent.” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“A woman must prefer her liberty over a man. To be happy, she must. A man to be happy, however, must yearn… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She was so delicate that, while we sat beneath the linden branches, a leaf would fall and drift down and touch her… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Scent is such a powerful tool of attraction, that if a woman has this tool perfectly tuned, she needs no other. I… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“What a face this girl possessed!—could I not gaze at it every day I would need to recreate it through painting, sculpture,… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Spanish rain, A maiden’s dress, Apothecary pills And ancient thrills; Melancholy kills A girl’s caress. (—Roman Payne; Valencia, Spain, November 2nd 2012)” — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent, more perfect than all that a man can invent. When she came… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“I’d loved women who were old and who were young; those extra kilos and large rumps, and others so thin there was… — Roman Payne Copy Share Image
“She is my morning, she is my evening; we have a love that blooms over and again, more beautifully each time than the last.… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“Ô, Wanderess, Wanderess When did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?” — Roman Payne Copy Share
“No man sings as beautifully as when his song is accompanied by a woman’s voice.” — Roman Payne Copy Share
“As I look back on my life, I think of how few rules should be followed. As for men, they must learn bravery and… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“When a Wanderess has been caged, Or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, and lives most heroic, When she smiles… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.” — Roman Payne Copy Share
“Champagne arrived in flûtes on trays, and we emptied them with gladness in our hearts... for when feasts are laid and classical music is… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, we take to smoke divine… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“We were hooked when we woke. We had arms for each other. But I yearned to resume My dreams of another.” — Roman Payne Copy Share
“We made love outdoors Without a roof, I like most, Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“I was angry at myself for my inclination to vice. I longed for the day when a state of frenzy would lead my mind… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“In my experience, when a woman's cruelty is combined with love and devotion, it is almost always without exception an act performed not out… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could… — Roman Payne Copy Share
“Coffee, my delight of the morning; yoga, my delight of the noon. Then before nightfall, I run along the pleasant paths of the Jardin… — Roman Payne Copy Share
