Tag Archive: John Castellenas

The gales of Winter

  The gales of Winter Lake or sea, the mighty water never sleep. When the sea is quiet, the lake is resting. Danger is near.  I believe, all of us, are like the… Continue reading

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“Thank you for the dance”

Thank you for the dance My bare foot lady danced by the sea, the moon is above and the stars are lighting up the night sky. I watched her dance, joyfully and content… Continue reading

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Daughter wedding

Daughter’s wedding in July One of my best days. Walking dear Daughter down a aisle, where two people become one in life. Love is life, life is love. Dancing Coyote

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Michigan photos

Michigan is paradise in the Summer. Nature is alive and the days are long and wonderful. No schools for the kids, days at the beach and the lazy days of Summer. A blessing… Continue reading

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“Dirty little secrets”

 Dirty little secrets I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember “You and I”. I was the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass… Continue reading

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“Hemingway last dance”

Hemingway last dance I returned Monterey in late May of 2018.  I fell in love with her in 1992. Old Army send me to Fort Ord, California after the Gulf war. The Pacific… Continue reading

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never more

Never more, evermore or nothing more She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer… Continue reading

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Right or wrong

                          Right or wrong Right or wrong. I am at the right place my sweet Pretty lady danced to the slow… Continue reading

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Never enough whiskey

Never enough whiskey she told me Pretty girl drank alone, once we great lovers and now we have become strangers seeking nothing. I told her, damn tavern is place to die, dear Julia,… Continue reading

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The city of lights or anywhere

The city of lights or anywhere. We sat drinking the American whiskey in a Paris tavern where Dear Hemingway drank his whiskey. I love Paris, kind Paris hide the secrets well. Lover’s danced… Continue reading

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