Old Monterey and Hemingway..
Old Monterey and Hemingway.. I was looking for my friend Hemingway. They hid him away. My old eyes found him moved, near the sea on Monterey wharf. We stood together and we watched… Continue reading
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The mountain small city. Idyllwild, California.
The mountain city.. Slow and easy pace in the mountains. Time to think and reflex on life, The mountain is a wise teacher. Better to be mountain, then a running river. Good to… Continue reading
Looking for Lestat’s Cafe in San Diego.
Looking for Lestat’s café in San Diego.. ( I need a year in San Diego to write my book. These photos. May 2018.) Poetry, song and laughter. Lestat’s café, sell coffee and amazing… Continue reading
I didn’t know..
I didn’t know.. My September lover would heat up the coming days of Autumn of 1978. She promised me today only. We danced in a forbidden love hidden in the secret corner of… Continue reading
Bare and true..
Bare and true A Poem by Coyote Poetry Few times in a life. We open up to another and show them the real person. Bare and true… She was a noble beauty and … Continue reading
The most beautiful woman in my world.
The most beautiful woman in my world…. Everyday the most beautiful woman I knew, she sat with me at the Army mess hall and she looked at my face hard and she asked.… Continue reading
A lullaby for dear Luna..
A lullaby for dear Luna… Once I chased the moon, once I sang to her, great songs of love. “Dear Luna, you are a miracle to behold, please come and dance with me… Continue reading
Choose the road, you love and a beautiful Lara Fabian song..
Choose what you love.. Enjoy your life, life wait for no-one. Create pretty photos for the heart. Dance with your beloved, show the children the beauty of the sea and the forest. Be… Continue reading
Dear Angela.
Dear Angela.. Dear Angela. Don’t cry for yesterday my pretty lady.Yesterday is gone and today we have tonight. All of us are dirty with sin.Few of us are clean and the most of… Continue reading
Dear December..
Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading