Ocean, free people and song. “The Gypsy dance”
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen well. Can hear the strong… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance… Continue reading
On the thread of a word A Poem by Coyote Poetry Been a while. A new poem. On the thread of a word (Freedom is only the distance between the hunter and… Continue reading
The dance of the Gypsies. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Love, song and dance, blood and the road. The dance of the Gypsies I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979. Watching… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to know freedom and understand the dance of free-will and dreams. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the Monterey bay. If you listen… Continue reading
The Gypsy dance A Poem by Coyote Poetry Life is to be celebrated. Love is to make feel alive. Pain teaches us we have lived. The Gypsy dance Late at night on the… Continue reading