Freddy Zalta

Poetry, Love and Coffee – A cocktail of a life in progress.

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  • The Dozen Roses

    He heard the footsteps behind him. Time was flying – soaring and blowing in circles. He checked the time on his phone – he was 5 minutes late. Tanya would be probably 20 minutes late so he was early. He heard the sounds of the subway above him on the elevated platform and then saw…

  • Clouds like Time

    They come out of nowhere. Blue skies and then suddenly clouds begin to form. At first they are all separate and take on their own shape and form – but suddenly they come together strong enough to block the sun or any sense of warmth or perceived warmth. The wind picks up and the dust…

  • I Want

    I want to live my life based on peace, love and understanding. I want to look into the eyes of strangers and not judge them, even a little bit, based on their religion, race or beliefs. I want to live a life based on love. To sing songs like, “All you need is love,” or…

  • quand cela se arrêtera (When will it End?)

    In a city full of beauty, in a country full of life and a culture full of art and love – strangers have set foot upon the land – where poetry thrives, artists dream and music is composed. They are burning the books and bringing the flames of hell upon the people… They are covering…

  • A Piano an Old Man and a Song 4 U And Me

    I walked into the ballroom – surrounded by tuxedos and long revealing gowns. An orchestra was playing a song from Our Town. People stood together, as if protected from their fate. I looked towards the door, but I knew it was too late. Too late to leave, too early to stay. Play me that sad…

  • Senses

    I can hear the trains running along the tracks – right by the outskirts of town. I can hear the sounds of the birds, the dogs and the crickets. I can hear your voice telling me you need to leave. I can see the stars shining up above decorating the night. I can see the…

  • Remember?

    I walked around and hoped that magically I would catch a glimpse of you again…but all I saw were the smoking ravages of a heart dragged on the road – skid marks of blood and love wasted…

  • Watch “Freddy Zalta and Matthew Silver Union Square, NYC” on YouTube

    Freddy Zalta and Matthew Silver union square:  As I walked through Union Square on that beautiful afternoon – I spied the Minister of Spreading Love dancing and preaching his messages of love, love and love. Without any practice or prior conversation I joined him in some songs and dances.

  • Some silly Videos

  • See me Guide me Home

    With the twisting and turning of this bridge, the cold, icy wind blasting against my face, the fall on the right of me is over 100 feet down…brudges Can you imagine the fear inside of me? Like a fireplace in my gut – aflame, aglow and burning right through me…through my soul. Look at me,…