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poem, sin ella

“Sin Ella” by Roberto Juarez Besos como una bebida fuerte Que pasa sobre los labios Y calienta el pecho Ojos hermosos que prometen, Inspiran, aman, y tal vez mienten Pasion y amor, la mujer latina Que como las olas del … Continue reading

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new documentary featuring Roberto Juarez

for your information I am featured in a new documentary entitled “raised by the badge” producers are my sons, Nicholas Juarez and Michael Juarez. please go to Facebook.com/Raised by the badge. in post production now contact nic.caperfilmsla@gmail.com   Raised by the … Continue reading

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“Tristin”

“Tristin” What can I tell you that hasn’t been told So much to say now that I’m old Taking your time growing, there is no rush Play all you can and sleep as much Read all you can, you’ll be … Continue reading

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“moms’ heart of gold”

“Moms’ heart of gold” The young mother to be looked over all the gifts she had received for her first child. She wondered if she would be as good a mom as her mom was to her. Among all the … Continue reading

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“la fe” poem

“La Fe” Yo no ando apurado Tengo Dios aqui a mi lado Yo no sigo preocupado Tengo un angel al otro lado En las noches muy oscuras la luz de Dios yo sigo Alumbrando mi camino Con su amor y … Continue reading

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You were the guide–poem excerpt

From “Wingless Angel” by Roberto Juarez You were the guide that showed me where When I needed words of comfort and of love You filled my needs with all your love Are you my angel from above? With wings of … Continue reading

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“Her children will get all her love”–poem excerpt

From “Someone to Hug” by Roberto Juarez The child grows up before her time No one to say, “this child is mine” She wipes her tears, she sheds her fears No mother to kiss, no father to hug Her children … Continue reading

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