My gypsy soul.. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a free man. Once, I danced with the Pacific, the Winter storms taught me.… Continue reading
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden road… Continue reading
Gypsy soul….. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a… Continue reading
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well, can hear the strong voices and song of the Gypsies. They gather in the Winter to celebrate life… Continue reading
Gypsy heart Her eyes, clear blue like the sea, her voice, gentle and sweet. She told me, open the locked doors, wide. We decide if our life and journey is, a prison… Continue reading
The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry Just words The two guitars A Poem by Coyote Poetry-Just words Two guitars I hurt myself today. I wanted to bleed… Continue reading
The tarot cards A Story by Coyote Poetry We can learn things in the strangest places on this planet. The tarot cards I went to an old dark carnival on a hidden… Continue reading