Wildflower; pick up your pretty little head, It will get easier, your dreams are not dead.
I am a wild woman. it would take a warrior to tame my spirit.
He felt like home.
That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas
She will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting you soul and dancing in its flames. And when she is gone, the smell of her smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you.
She was like the sun, She knew her place in the world - She would shine again regardless of all the storms and changeable weather She wouldn't adjust her purpose for things that pass.
You can give illness to her body but you can't take the gypsy out of that girl.
But I could tell thee of other things, Inglés, and do not doubt what thou simply cannot see nor cannot hear. Thou canst not hear what a dog hears. Nor canst thou smell what a dog smells. But already thou hast experienced a little of what can happen to man.
The Universe has faith in you even if you don't.' the Gypsy Queen said, 'That why I am here, to be a thread of your tapestry, even you couldn't see the whole picture quite just yet.
These people will try to manipulate you, try to bring you down but remember baby girl you are a queen, own your crown.
She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.
Wild woman are an unexplainable spark of life. They ooze freedom and seek awareness, they belong to nobody but themselves yet give a piece of who they are to everyone they meet. If you have met one, hold on to her, she'll allow you into her chaos but she'll also show you her magic.
I have always considered myself a person with a gypsy heart, and I Surrender my dreams to my soul, for it's a free sprit who believes in no boundaries of region and religion.
I think it's important as a women to know who you are and what you deserve. We, ourselves set the boundaries of what we choose to accept. Instead of complaining about the men who's actions don't fit your own & move on and find one that does.
I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.
My whole life was foretold to me. An old Romany gypsy read my fortune.
I'm a wandering gypsy.