Dear Florence.
I took the midnight train to Florence, the days of Spring were coming to a ending. I loved the Germany Spring and I needed dear Florence again. The city of Florence stole my… Continue reading
Daily Archive: August 15, 2025
The wildflower.
1- Nude. You leave me breathless,with nothing to hide,evening perfection. 2- Wildflowers. The wildflowers are jealous,with you nearby,become less beautiful. 3 Painted memories. I wrote on skin,I painted secret words,on yearning skin. —————————————————————————————… Continue reading
Behold a beautiful rose.
Behold a beautiful rose.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Behold a beautiful rose.. If we behold a beautiful rose, we adore the the shape of her petals. A beautiful rose will be born in… Continue reading
Who are you?
Who are you? I love the book “The book of Dorian Gray.” When reading or listening to the amazing book. You question yourself. Who am I? I question you my friend. Who are… Continue reading
The boardwalk.
The boardwalk… The dancing Lake Huron surround us, you are barefoot walking and your eyes of wonder, studying the lake. I tell you, I love the simple days when we can feel the… Continue reading
My midnight thoughts.
My midnight thoughts.. I started drinking alone at 6 pm and the night is going so damn slow. I drinking the Blue Moon and I fall into the old songs. Almost 9 pm… Continue reading
A New York city night.
A New York city night… Was a New York city dark winter night.The cold of Winter made the strangers gathered in the taverns.I sat alone at the bar, writing into my journal.A pretty… Continue reading