Poems from fcarrillo
I grew up in a time of confusion, the 1960s, and all ideals were confused and thrown out the window. Life seemed lost, it was not so...
I write to stimulate the mind, tickle the senses, expand the cerebral horizons, stretch the strings of the corpus callosum, ponder eternity...
The soul years, the mind screams, the heart is blind, but how is the innermind awaken. A spirit must journey, meet others, travel the...
A person is born, always seeking to connect to a flow of love, searches include things, places, event, and people, but the hunger and...
Man learns by watching, from the moment of being a child watching mom or dad love and care everyday. Then as a older child, learning and...