Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby..

 Please sing to me, a kind and sweet lullaby… In the night when I’m overtook by the weight of life. You touched my face and brought my head into the safety of your… Continue reading →

The cursed lullaby and Nancy Sinatra.

The cursed lullaby…. Once love was so damn sweet, we had the long nights and the sweetest kisses. You were my Beatrice and I was your willing Dante. Willing to pay the price… Continue reading →

If drinking don’t kill me…

The ray of the sun… Drunk man wishing. Alone on destine hill. He dreamed she was near. He dreamed he was in her embrace and her tender fingers were caressing his face. She… Continue reading →

Martin Luther Jr. day. 18 January

Please remember Martin Luther King Jr.

Please on 18 January 2021. I hope you hold a moment of silence for Martin Luther King Jr. I saw my grandfather cry for the first time the day he was killed. He… Continue reading →

Martin Luther King Jr. day 18 January

Martin Luther King Jr. My hero of yesterday and my hero of today. A man of love and peace. He helped all people. My Mexican Grandfather and I saw him speak in Detroit.… Continue reading →

Don’t ask for less…

Don’t ask for less A Poem by Coyote PoetryIn life. Better to dream big than to wallow in things not touched or reached.                                 Don’t ask for less Echos of memories and voices dances… Continue reading →

Mend and alter…

Mend and alter A Poem by Coyote PoetryLife is hard. Needs time to heal and to be reborn again.                          Mend and alter Life is simple my friends.There is consequences for every action and… Continue reading →

Luigi Maria Corsanico legge “L’airone” (ITA – FR – ESP – ENG)

Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
In questo video ascolterete i suoni della lingua italiana attraverso la lettura affascinante e partecipata del carissimo amico Luigi Maria Corsanico. Nei testi in lingua francese, spagnola, inglese avrete…

Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on..

Fool’s wish and Lover’s hold on…. (Sweet dreams can become nightmares.  Nightmares can become sweet dreams one day. Fool’s wish. Lover’s hold on.(Written on 19 April 1985) I remember when I rushed home… Continue reading →