The dance of the Gypsies.

Love, song and dance, blood and the road.

                              The dance of the Gypsies

I was in downtown Cologne, Germany in 1979.
Watching dark eyes beautiful women dancing and singing on the sidewalk
with a old man playing a violin.
They danced for the coin and if you gave them a gift.
They would give you a wink and a smile.

Thy sang an ancient sweet song of the old way of life.
Flipping their silks dresses tempting the young man heart.
Their words tattoos words to my thoughts.
"Love may be tender, may be painful my lover.
The sweet words of our lover's words leave us wanting more.
The blood will boil with passion and desire,
making us want some more.
A Gypsy love is not forever.
The traveling soul will no peace when the road is more tempting than love."

The three girls bowed. Announced they are from Romania and appreciate the generous
donations. They whispered a prayer.
"Love, song, blood and the road is the curse and the blessing of the Gypsy heart."

I sat in the nearby park with the ancient Gypsy.
He accepted my friendship because I had Black Velvet whiskey and good German red wine.
I requested a story. He slapped my back and laughed at my innocents.
He told me. "My new friend. Nothing is free. We pay for love in many ways, we must dance and sing to
know peace and happiness. Sometime we pay with our blood. The traveling man owed
no-one nothing. You are my new friend. Let's open the whiskey and see where the story goes."

He opened up the black velvet and take a long sip. He passed the bottle to me.
A pretty dark eyes girl sat close to me. She watched my eyes and asked.
"Do I like to dance and sing by the light of the Summer moon? Am I afraid of the long night?
She brought me to her. Held me close and we danced to the silence of the night.
She whispered to me. "Love may be tender, maybe painful my lover? The sweet words of your lover's
words leave us wanting more. The blood will boil with passion and desire making us want more. The traveling
man never know peace or home."

The Gypsy girl take me to her Grandfather. He laughed and stood up.
Raised the Black Velvet to the moon. He yelled in a cheerful voice.
"Thank you for another day and night to be alive, death is still far away.
Let's enjoy love, the dance and the song. Hope no-one need to bleed tonight.
A wise traveling spirit leave only memories of beauty and laughter.

                               Coyote

Author's Note

Old stories become better with time. Any mistakes. Please assist a old man.

Reviews

[gabrielle]

often, i wondered whether gypsies also want to have permanent homes instead of travelling or whether they would feel caged on the idea of living in a permanent home... life on the road or travelling gives us so much wisdom, insights and perspectives...very endearing write.

[Coyote Poetry]

There are Gypsies among us. The world had changed. I knew many on the California coast. Hard to be a no-mad in a world where we must pay taxes and have I.D. Good to have the Gypsy spirit. Enjoy life and find something to enjoy daily. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[William J. Marsh]

Very nice, your words really put your reader in a time and place as if they were there stand beside you.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you William for reading. I was lucky. I was station in Germany from 1976-1980. I met many interesting people.

[Dhaye]

Again, another colorful story of a traveling spirit. Sometimes, there's no other choice for an individual but embrace his fate. Those gypsies have accepted their way of living and the will live in that manner as long as they are "gypsies". They just dance according to the music. LOL

Your life is so colorful, CP. I love to read your stories in each place you've been.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I fall back to the good days of youth. When all I had was time to travel and learn. I told my children. Have fun, test life and travel. You will wish you did one day.

[TL Boehm]

A wise traveling spirit leave only memories of beauty and laughter.
Such a beautiful line and message in this poem

[Coyote Poetry]

We need to enjoy life. Not look for the negative. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

A bit different of a read from the ones I read of yours...this story about the dance of the Gypsies. You give us a look into their world...lots of imagery inlaid in this write...I was just a child when this came about in black and white...I like the entry lines:

"Love, song, blood and the road is the curse and the blessing of the Gypsy heart."

and the ending wraps this well:

Let's enjoy love, the dance and the song. Hope no-one need to bleed tonight.
A wise traveling spirit leave only memories of beauty and laughter.

Most of the times...the stories of them is not the good side...but the bad side of them...

[Coyote Poetry]

I roamed Europe for three years. 18-21 year old, I was. Good to travel when you are young. See new things and be fearless for a time. These are my best days and memories with old age. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Laminators Dubai]

first thought it was a different but suddenly i can really understand what is happening here...
its very lively light and how much stop our selves...try not live anymore...
thanks for sharing this dancing party in the moonlight with us...

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky once. I was able to travel Europe for three years. I met many good people. Friendship is easy for the person who ask for little and takes nothing with them. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Laminators Dubai]

well its great knowing and a good friend like you...
and your the oldest friend of mine if a dont count my dad!