Just a song.
Just a song… Pretty girl asked him for a dance. He saw the prettiest gal he ever seen and he told her. Would be my pleasure. She smiled and she told him. Merci… Continue reading
Tag Archive: California
I remember you.
“We were so close, and we were so far away from each other at the same time. We were near heaven and we almost knew love.” I remember you… “I wrote to my… Continue reading
Angie.
1- Angie I remember our days and nights at Big Sur, you were my imperfection angel.You wanted, just enough and you allowed your dreams to die. You enchante me by speaking careless words… Continue reading
Miss nothing, miss everything.
Miss nothing, miss everything. We painted our world fiery red once, we try to cheat love and we collided like freight trains unstoppable. We painted our world white once, allowed secret pain and… Continue reading
Hello Jennifer.
Hello Jennifer A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words. I found the poem in a 25 year old journal. Had to re-written. Hello Jennifer.. I called my Jennifer from the pay-phone in downtown… Continue reading
Almost love in California.
Almost love in California…. I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes. We were free falling into a love that could never be. I wanted you forever and you wanted to be… Continue reading
I will go anywhere with you..
I’ll go anywhere with you.. He watched her dance dear the Pacific ocean. She was dancing with the stars, she was dancing with the moon. He knew she was a restless soul, she… Continue reading
You drove me to madness..
You drove me to 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
Landscape..
Landscape.. Forget me not andplease remember me always.I remember you.You were perfect valleys and you were like the free mountains of the California desert.Your body, perfect landscape to discover secrets and know wonderful… Continue reading
A safe harbor..
A safe harbor… I saw her sitting alone on a park bench. She had a suitcase near her and she watched the sea. She was a pretty girl with sad eyes. I went… Continue reading