(2007)
This poem, is one of many included as a part of my second book, which is about to be published soon; I hope you will like it... I would love to hear your comments!
Yours, Sincerely, Francisco.
About friends In memory of Alfredo Cordero And… Friends often stay silent... Silence is definitely not good for… Silence diminishes care.
Sorrow Sadness and sorrow Sadness is like an incurable disea… Incurable diseases progress slowly… Incurable diseases slowly take you…
A scientist has recently described in a sci-fi magazine that the human essential amino acids or DNA’s bounds are competitively wrapped into some emotional [and electrically sealed] sect...
Suspicious minds get to the bare-n… (Some personal thoughts follow) I doubt man’s integrity I doubt human integrity I may kill
The night was late. I cannot tell the time. The sky was darker than usual, and it was difficult to distinguish the few stars twinkling in its immensity. It was odd, but it seemed that e...
C’est toi ... C’est tout ... C’est ta voie, tes yeux ... C’est tu ... Mon garçon est ma belle fille ...
I have never heard that story abou… I have never been this close to th… No one´s home... I have never left this building I have never been somewhere else y…
Bugambilias! Bugambilias! Hermosos colores que se funden con… crear tan hermosos escenarios Hermosos colores que al fundirse e…
El atardecer ha llegado, y con él, la esperanza del reencuentro. Aún el color de tu voz llena el espacio que permanece al resguardo del infinito suspiro de la nota que apunta la sílaba ...
She is the shelter we seek from th… She is the breeze that embraces yo… on a very warm and humid day... She is the silence we need after a… She is the curtain we open after t…
Over seas, over seas, over seas The wind softly whispers your name… Love, love, love… It is all that incessantly comes f… I come, I come, I come…
Pain Absence causes pain . . . The scar from the thorn is the onl… The pain is real So real
Bougainvillea! Bougainvillea! Flowers of basic colours mix with… sceneries Skies play with colours in harmony…
Dolor La ausencia causa dolor . . . La cicatriz que deja la herida de… que permanece . . . Pero el dolor es real
En tu olvidado velo de novia, que yace inerte al cobijo de cuatro cuartos de petate, en una esquina enmohecida del alerón en ruinas de la vieja hacienda, una mancha oscura se esconde en...