THE FRUIT OF HOPE
I
After a bad night, there will be a refreshing nap,
After a bad day someone will rescue our smile,
After several glances intense, sinful bed,
After a sudden error, a solution that is improvised.
II
After a student youth rebellion, a race overwhelmingly
After morbid obesity, a "do not look like the same person,"
After an irreparable loss, yet I have people who love me,
steal After all, finding hopeful that faith.
III
After a harsh winter, my resurrection of spring,
Family, friends ... The warm rays that dumped ice
four vertical red stripes, on the veronicas or natural, the singing, the reason for when it was not,
And your eyes and your hair and your look ... existed!, and inflaste my sails to fly.
IV
hard fall after the three steps above,
The negligence, nothing, seasoned with promises of future repellent female
After the black and white, never assume that you live in the gray,
I love die and resurrect a thousand times a thousand times and ill vivo.
V
After losing the love confidants, after sending their friendship for eternity, after losing what was lost ... I took the spear chest,
After the abyss, your hands, your calm and patience seeder, which germinated in me a fruit
THE FRUIT OF HOPE.
"The Fruit of Hope" is the poem that gives its name to my third book, which is in the creative process. I hope you enjoy it.
José Luis Vázquez Moruno.
Mexico - Madrid.
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