Gypsy soul…..
Gypsy soul….. Once, I walked in the clouds, The highest Honduras mountains, I stood upon. I was a… 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
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