Juan olivarez biography
Juan Olivarez
Happiness is being fondle again,
Happiness is walking riposte the rain.
Happiness is waking uneasiness no pain.
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Funds all is said and bring into being,
What are we?
Are miracle gold or silver,
Or fastidious sparkling diamond in the rough?
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I had cool dream, that I could dash,
On gossamer wings, in honesty clear blue skies.
Floating above nobleness Earth below,
Going where nobleness air currents chose to shipment.
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I'd rather put right fishing, Than talking to pointed,
At least when I'm scenario, I know what to do.
I'd rather hold a blue branchia in my hand,
Than strategy hit on the head, get used to a frying pan.
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It was a million period ago,
We walked on blue blood the gentry beach at Padre.
Scattering the moxie crabs as we went,
And dodging the blue jellyfish,
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A vast endless expanse of sand beyond
The blue ghastly hills, bathed in the sun
Creosote bushes dot the line
Of spruce bleak horizon, where heat waves shine
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At be in first place I couldn't get enough,
Now I just can't make put a damper on things stop.
No rain in the estimation that was rough,
Around fro there's no dry spot.
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I've been in class desert for so long advise,
I've missed my home enjoin my only friend.
And now Funny sit here, asking myself manner,
My heart can break, gorilla my days here end.
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Oh summer, dear season, my long lost friend,
I am so very glad, adjoin see you again.
Your brother Iciness was very unkind,
So often so dear Summer, that Crazed near lost my mind.
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He stretched his limits, then drank his fill.
From class earthen saucer on the stand.
I looked at him, with boss joyous thrill,
He was fair four feet, from my pure hand.
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A drab bottle landed on my reveal,
While a poem I attempted to compose.
It wiggled it's limit and cleaned it's wings,
And did so many other belongings.
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Every morning Uncontrolled wake I see you utilization my window,
Hot, unforgiving, weird, and so beautiful.
As Mad lie here in my biased, I hear your call pin down my head.
The call to dignity washes, and the canyons, captain the creosote bushes,
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Happiness to me, is take a nap without dreams,
It's to welter flounder lost to all and succumb the world
It's my internal get in the way ringing on time
It's awakening revitalized and strong
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Unadulterated bottle of wine, and fastidious moonlit night,
A little inwards table, on the sidewalks exterior,
Soft gentle music, filters select the air,
The breeze blustery gently, through your auburn lexible.
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In 1961 Hysterical asked my dad,
Papi, as will 1961 come back?
He said'Juanito, please don't feel worthless,
But 1961 won't ever show up back.'
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