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Francisco R Vernet

Bugambilias!

Bugambilias!
Bugambilias!
Hermosos colores que se funden con la vida para
crear tan hermosos escenarios
Hermosos colores que al fundirse en escenarios nos
dan preciosos atardeceres!
Gente hermosa que se funde con sentimientos
honestos en un dilema de afectos
Gente honesta que nos enseña a dar . . . y a amar
con respeto
Existen tan pocos seres “honestos” . . .
Que desafortunada y tristemente los descubrimos una
vez que se han ido

Este poema es parte de la colección "The Soulful Garage", que se publicó en 2008, bajo el título: "En algún lugar... Entre las inspiraciones de la vida", el cuál es el primer libro de la autor.

Other works by Francisco R Vernet...
Sorrow

Sorrow Sadness and sorrow Sadness is like an incurable disea… Incurable diseases progress slowly… Incurable diseases slowly take you…
Bougainvillea!

Bougainvillea! Bougainvillea! Flowers of basic colours mix with… sceneries Skies play with colours in harmony…
Let me count the ways I miss her...

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…
La Llorona

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...
A Story

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…
About friends.

About friends In memory of Alfredo Cordero And… Friends often stay silent... Silence is definitely not good for… Silence diminishes care.
Pain

Pain Absence causes pain . . . The scar from the thorn is the onl… The pain is real So real
Dolor!

Dolor La ausencia causa dolor . . . La cicatriz que deja la herida de… que permanece . . . Pero el dolor es real
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C’est moi qui je te aime.

C’est toi ... C’est tout ... C’est ta voie, tes yeux ... C’est tu ... Mon garçon est ma belle fille ...
Aún como ayer

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 ...
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Over seas, Over seas, Over seas,

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…
Reuters… 2010, June

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...
Sex With Me..

Detonate me Shoot me Only use me for self defence… allow us to bleed Detonate me
Honesty

Suspicious minds get to the bare-n… (Some personal thoughts follow) I doubt man’s integrity I doubt human integrity I may kill
July, 7th...

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...



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