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
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
Dear Belinda. Sometimes, love isn’t enough.
Dear Belinda.. I learned life wasn’t fair, you can’t get what you want and love isn’t enough sometimes. I remember a beauty, prettiest girl I ever known. When I looked into her eyes,… Continue reading
The great Bill Withers songs and some words.
She was my everything and I told her everyday. Please always love me baby girl. You are my rock, you are the hands, I need to hold. Please dance with me, whisper sweet… Continue reading
The twisted dance of love.
The twisted dance of love. (Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December. I feel the heat of tender flesh and I look into your blue eyes.… Continue reading