Originally posted on marcellocomitini:
Foto di Henri Cartier-Bresson Ormai conoscete a chi appartengono le 4 mani, le 2 anime e i 2 corpi, ma qui c’è soprattutto il fiato di Catherine Sono geloso…

Steal a memory, borrow a memory… The dilemma of a long life. The restless heart learn to adore old memories. The fortune of youth become eloquence words on a sheet of paper. We… Continue reading →

My lady… My lady,I still cry out in sweet dreams your name. So long since our lips had touched.I still wish upon a star, to be able to look into your eyes. I wish… Continue reading →

I remember you. A Poem by Coyote PoetrySometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.   I remember you…                The summer days were long.The… Continue reading →

Let it be… A old man sitting alone. Sitting on the cliffs of Pacific Grove and you can see the Pacific ocean forever. Miles of the beautiful and powerful sea. He wrote words into… Continue reading →

  September song… (September poetry number three) Tonight the skies wept, the moon wept with me. I am living near Lake St. Clair now and I dreamed of the Pacific ocean.  I dreamed of… Continue reading →

Outstanding poetry and thoughts shared.

Wild Maria, dancing Maria, my Winter storm… The crimson night, the thunder storms of life had brought me to you. I watched you from a distance and I dreamed of moonlight nights, feeling… Continue reading →

At peace at last… The Soldiers gave him a 21 gun salute.Only young and old Soldiers came to say goodbye.Old Sergeant Major finally drank himself to death.35years a Soldier left him waiting for… Continue reading →