Vinegar and sweet wine.
Vinegar and sweet wine. Did I thank you my beautiful and sweet Brigitte?I’m leaving on plane very soon for my real home.You came back into my life to say goodbye.You are sitting between… Continue reading
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Please break me.
Please break me and make me feel alive A Poem by Coyote Poetry Need to find new limits and places. The new dances make the old memories seem less painful. Break me and… Continue reading
Will we open the door?
Two short poems. A Poem by Coyote Poetry I tried learning to write poems without being epic. 1- SaviorSweet blue eyes girl told me.“You ask for so little.We have so much to give… Continue reading
Some days can be perfect.
Some days can be perfect A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is like the sea. We can be as powerful as a Winter storm or quiet as the smooth dance of the morning tide. … Continue reading
Memory of music.
Memory of music. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Music allowed the rebirth of memories and faces. Memory of music. Let me not fall into dreams of sadness.Allow the awful shadows of things lost.Not… Continue reading
Be quiet dear lover.
Be quiet dear lover/ Quédate The sky is grey and the sun is hidden behind the rain clouds in the early morning.You and I had traveled to Palma, Spain.The Germany Winter made our… Continue reading
Forever and a day.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Become better with time.) I will love you forever and a day It was a serene and tranquil day.… Continue reading
I will love you forever and a day.
“I will love you forever and a day” A Poem by Coyote Poetry (Written in 1978. Memories are like a good wine. Better with time.) ” I will love you forever and a… 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
I remember you dear Brigitte.
I remember you dear Brigitte.. Beautiful and wonderful days of my youth. Rhyme and song, I did love. I found a dream in September of 1978.Gorgeous and kind Brigitte, she took my hands.… Continue reading