Jose Feliciano Friday night. Some little poems.


Angela..

I remember you.

My barefoot gal who danced with the sea.

Where did our days of youth go?

Angela, beautiful Angela.

I remember you, I remember us.

Que será, que será…

Dear Michigan dream, once we sang together in the midnight hours with the sea near.

Que será, que será.

We didn’t know love sweet, could be forgotten.

Tonight the old poet sings alone with the Irish whiskey.

Que será, que será.

Once he loved the secrets of love,

now he had learn.

What will be.

Cannot be stopped.

Coyote dancing.

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