I remember you.

“We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time.

We were near heaven and we almost knew love.”

I remember you…

“I wrote to my notebook. Sometimes better to blossom in memory than wither in reflection.”

(The diary of Ellen Rimbauer.)

The twinkle in her eyes made him see the wild sea,

the gentleness of her voice made him see the quiet desert.

He remembered her when the great storms come.

She told him often. Fortunes are made and fortunes are lost.

Are the memories of the good days enough?

Do we ever have enough money, do we ever have enough time?

I told the night, I do remember her. She was so beautiful, she was so fancy.

I adored her knee-high dresses and her strong legs.

Her face and beautiful eyes made the dark world beautiful,

worth being alive.

We liked secret and we sought love with many hidden secrets.

And we create more.

Today I returned to Monterey and I told the great sea.

Please tell Beatrice Marcella. I remember everything.

Dancing Coyote