A brief history about the author
He was born in Colombia in 1948. At the age of 20, he received a scholarship to study biochemistry in California. In the USA, he transitioned from being a seminarian to a hippie for his entire life. His youth and knowledge in chemistry led him to explore the world of drug creation, specifically cocaine. This led to his sentencing in a Federal prison from 1982 to 1989. His sentence was reduced from nearly 40 years to 7 in prison due to his continuous studies while incarcerated. He always appreciated the fact that in Federal prisons, it was possible to study very well, as they provided him with the books he needed for his studies of the sonnet and euphonic verse in Spanish. The latter is a style rarely used in his native language, Spanish, and he left behind a treatise with rules and 99 euphonic verses.
It's worth noting that Francisco Luis always told family and friends that he had a collection of 175 sonnets, his 99 euphonic verses (in Spanish) and a treatise on their rules, which will be the last thing I publish from my father.. He continuously refined them until his final days. When he handed me the books, he mentioned that they had some small errors that had escaped him, but he was always very proud and satisfied with having completed them, even though they were never published but were registered in the USA in 1989.
He dedicated himself to working with naturopathy, which was another field of study he pursued in prison, where he was nicknamed 'El Galeno' because he often practiced reflexotherapy with other inmates. Naturopathy was his other passion and a legal business that he continued in his life outside of prison.
He lived in Medellin from 1989 until his death on October 1,2010. He passed away due to an ulcer that he refused to operate on since it had healed on its own twice before.
In days this is sparce no verses I could write
Nor find words a little close to my thought
And not an art or other way so right
Could display well what my heart liked or fought.
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I belong to the present century
Although I think it is soon to forget
And give the classic mind an injury
By neglecting fine forms without regret.
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There are many ways that are more artful
In which my love for life I can rehearse 2
Changing in this way what has been adverse
Into those forms that please the beautiful.
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Cruel tidal waves rise and fall and combine
To destroy little by little my shore
Where I grow shells for pearls that I adore
And which to match her teeth and eyes I twine.
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I feel the orby loneliness get close
But it is a prelude of harmony
And a chance to lose the monotony
That always piles and is hard to dispose.
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