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https://john-coyote.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/ciliegio-in-fiore.jpg A C. S. Avrei dovuto scrivere versi dolorosi sull’amore. Ma quando penso a lei, ogni dolore scompare. Rimane nel cuore una dolce malinconia. Sdraiato ai piedi di un…
I remember you. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back. I remember you… The summer days were long.The… Continue reading
Big Sur, a-dreaming. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I need a trip. You are invited. Most beautiful and peaceful place. Big Surf, Ca. Big Surf a-dreaming… A un-mark road with a small sign will… Continue reading
Forgive me… (Written in 1978.) Please forgive me for what I did to you. I’m sorry I torture you with lies and treatedyou as I did. I was young.Learning to love. Finding the… Continue reading
The sheep and the wolf… The man lifts his bottle of cheap wine,telling the passing people.“You can’t go back after the words are spokento cut down a sweet love.”The old man didn’t ask… Continue reading
A Poem by Coyote Poetry Bukowski had stolen my soul. Something is wrong with me… Something is wrong with me. I am like a Bukowski … Continue reading
Do you regret, things left undone?… My mama song was easy. She wanted her cigarettes, her cold beer and she loved her dogs. She didn’t want so much and I asked the night.… Continue reading
