Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create?
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life to paper. He write about days of joy. He wrote about… Continue reading
Why do we write? Why do we paint? Why do we create? The poet don’t cry. He write the misery of life to paper. He write about days of joy. He wrote about… Continue reading
Artwork in the California desert.. Hidden beauty, never forgotten. Coyote
Art and words A Poem by Coyote Poetry Art is poetry for the eyes. Art and words.. In ancient China. They believed there was a affinity between painting and poetry.The true masters of… Continue reading
You drove me into madness…. I remember the Summer days spend with you, my love.Hots day became hotter nights. You were a ravishing and tempting beauty.You loved the sea and you loved the… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego.. ( I need a year in San Diego to write my book. These photos. May 2018.) Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing… Continue reading
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
Dear Goddess.. I remember you my dear Goddess. You were with me on my long walks on the Pacific ocean. You were the view from the ridge of a great mountains where you… Continue reading
A naked woman (A wise artist once said. To see a nude woman is more wonderful then 1000 beautiful paintings in a museum.) I tell the young men.Go… Continue reading
Arousing illusion.. Old man told the kid sitting with him at the bar.The senses. Taste, smell, sight, touch and hearing.Make us live and die in them.Make us want things we cannot have and… Continue reading
Unforgettable.. I found you waiting. Holding flowers of blue. I watched you pondering life and possibility. Your eyes rosed up and you asked me. Was I okay? I told you. I create an… Continue reading