Biography of Isamar Carrillo
Isamar Carrillo Poems
En nuestro amor cupieron las cuatro estaciones. El estallido sordo de la primavera dorada. El vuelo de los pajaros y todas sus canciones. El ver llegar de pronto la caricia esperada.
This love is always the same yet different. When I enter the chamber and I see hishertheir hungry eyes
When The Phone Rings And You'Re Lonely
Yes, yes; I miss you. Yes, yes; I'm fine. Yes, yes; I feel OK, I'm sure it will soon pass.
The Unknown Gentleman
Smile flashes across room. I look up
There is a kind of sadness that spreads on my cheekbones; that makes my lips stay still and my eyebrows rise.
Whose woods these are, I do not know; I know they are not mine. The trees, too tall, do bear some fruit, A fruit I'll never try.
When I was young I used to pray the Lord to make me smart for't was my dream to learn from Him of all that stands afar.
Beautiful red Death spreads on leaf and grass;
love thy neighbor like yourself love thy neighbor like myself love thy neighbor like herself love thy neighbor
I'll give you the song of a world the sky in my eyes
Looking For A Job In Taipei
Xindian, Dingxi, Qizhang, Shilin,
Oh, Say, Can You See
If I were American maybe emotions would be strong as in the movies
It Was A House
It was a house; we made it a home. No curtains To hide from the neighbors our petty sins. What, The furniture is so simple: A bed to make love, a table to draw,
It Was A House
It was a house; we made it a home. No curtains
To hide from the neighbors our petty sins. What,
The furniture is so simple:
A bed to make love, a table to draw,
A couch to lie on.
The glow of the lamps is warm in winter.
I stir the soup
And move my hips to whatever you're playing,
And you laugh at my bad jokes while