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HUMAN LIFE ... WITH FORGIVENESS (DE LOS LOBOS)

this silence hurts me
disturbed in the retina of death,
perceive the lack of smiles
darkness after a fierce lightning,
taste of misfortune sandwiched
with rattling unpolluted Earth.

We insatiable wolves fortune
cannibals disguised as truths,
usurpers of other bodies distressed
incoherent battles warriors
and championed the pain in the eyeballs.

silence hurts my
numbing fear,
defeats in the fields insolent
of anger misunderstood
shrapnel damage me a death
educated at the universities of the flight.

We power hungry wolves
and I feel enormously in my gut,
ask for clemency as a man in these times
and wolves, for the violence, my apologies.

Unpublished

Francisco J. Picon

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ME KNOW YOUR SKIN A SMILE ... RESIGNATION

Your skin knows smiles
written in the silences
deeper your privacy
incense beardless
on the border of your lips,
the aroma of a dream
blush undressed and wait

your skin is grafted into every pore
the borders of my essence
blows of verses and saliva,
in rows insolent
the wrinkles on my chest,
in the most remote corners
that populate my sidewalks

skin flake with loopholes
of my serenity breath,
scarified with my waist
the slopes of thy womb,
synesthesia becomes
the folds of a kiss

skin smiles I know ...

From "Poems Prohibited" Francisco J.

Picon

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My Mole Hurts To Sleep On

Apura every drop of wine
seeking routine background
more to find the dregs of oblivion
and a hangover that approximates

Seduce each bar bar
a smile waiting in silence
but dreaming is bored to
and resonates in his farewell ears

Walk torn between yawns
splashing his shirt with traces of pity
more alcohol is his only friend
and play their last game together

sleeps on a mattress without sheets
the dream of a love that is forbidden
but lulled by the waves of the distance
delves into the injustice of what has been lost

Tomorrow is just a word
and yesterday a hidden memory
today is a wound in the hope
and living is the infinitive of the lived ...

From "With life back"

Editorial Quadrivium

Francisco J. Picon

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ESA SMILE TO MY WRINKLES

That smile gives your waist my wrinkles,
look that crosses the shyness my body,
that caress shed on the threshold of desire,
that song with moans and sighs between the sheets.

The darkness in a room painted dreams,
promises kept in the folds of the skin of the adventure,
curves on the mattress that gently embraces tenderness,
lost the shame collecting bunches of your kisses.

This rubbing of two bodies burning pillow madness
that corner discovered while exploring the silence,
that flavor, that fear, that forgetting the time,
shared that moment, the dance of glances.

roads that take us beyond the target,
the lines we write in the pages of life,
the heat we feel the tremors in the hips,
the hugs my wrinkles give them to your future.

That smile to my wrinkles provides a desired future ....

From "With life back", Editorial Quadrivium

Francisco J. Picon

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TRANSFERENZIAS MADRIZARAGOZA

TRANSFERENZIAS

madriZaragoza

output March 5

at 20:30

Platform:

BLUE DEVILS

C / Apodaca 6

Madrid

of the Poetry:

GARCÍA Aaron Pena - ADA Menendez

ÁNGEL Crane - CARLOS BOZALONGO

known FERNANDO - Eduardo Farina

Isabel Miguel - FERNANDO SARRIA

MARISA DE LA PEÑA - by Miguel MIGUEL

Recas LAURA GOMEZ - FRANCISCO J. PICÓN

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