Waling with giants. Number one.
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Walking with giants- number one… My two grand-boys are sleeping in the other room at 5am. I awoke early after a good dream and the house is quiet. I dreamed about my grandfathers.… Continue reading
Run with the wind and dance with the sea. A Poem by Coyote Poetry When life make us sad. Need to find reason and purpose. Run with the wind. Dance with the sea…… Continue reading
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
Morning glory A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good to open your eyes and see the glory of the new day and beauty near. Morning glory. The smell of fresh coffee and pancakes cooking… Continue reading
Drinking alone. Once in Bosnia, A beautiful Gypsy lady told me. Love isn’t your strength. You are cold hearted bastard, and you will die alone if you don’t learn. You don’t walk alone.… Continue reading
The Lilac wine. 1- She told me, maybe, maybe not. Let’s allow the lilac wine, to write the story for us. 2- Life is many colors, we can paint her black, we can… Continue reading
I knew how to sing once, dear Julie. Once I believe in love and I believed in the ambrosia of forever.When I drink my coffee late at night and I write. Sweet memories… Continue reading
The beauty and the sea. You saved me. You waited for me by the blessed Pacific Ocean and you turned to me. You looked at me with your sea blue eyes and I… Continue reading
You are my muse. 1- You told me. I need you nearby. You are my reasons to awake and fight the new day. I embraced you and I told you. You are my… Continue reading
Beautiful faces and passionate kisses. When the night is long and sleep is far away.Sweet faces appeared to awake dead passion and re-birth ghosts lost in the sea of memories.Regret is plenty for… Continue reading