jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

freedom

  • Ride. Locked doors, fixed schedules and somber life. Once wild beast can die and forget. Life is open doors, free days and vibrant life. My beautiful damsel. I hear your words. Life is more than what we believe. We fall into places where we become entangled in the foolish things. I see you, I hear… Read more

  • (Do not become what the world wants you to be. We are all different. Needing more or less. Like yourself and be kind to the people near.) Don’t look at me with disappointment. Don’t look at me,don’t give me those sad looks of disappointment.I don’t care what you see. I’m breaking down walls andI’m not… Read more

  • 1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals and allow my feet to feel the coldness of the river. I have learn to love the quiet places.” Dancing Coyote 2-… Read more

  • Wild horses.

    Wild horses. Once I knew freedom, once I was free as the wind. Once I knew, the open range. Today I seek the wild eyes and the free voices. Please dear Andrea, show me the free range, please show me, I can be free and please take me to the days of freedom. You told… Read more