SATURDAY APRIL 23

                            COMING to FLOREY’S

                                                                               OPEN MIC 

SATURDAY APRIL  23

                                                      2-4PM

                                      Bring goodies, drinks to share.

                                 Invite your friends, family, neighbors.      

 Laureate Youth Poet of San Francisco Public Library in 2013.

Julieta Fuentes Roll is a San Francisco writer and poet. She is 14 years old and in 2015 she selected to attend the Creative Writing (CW) Department at The Ruth Asawa SF School of the Arts High School. Currently, she is a Freshman student and will be participating in the CW show this coming Tuesday April 8th at 7pm, 555 Portola Dr. San Francisco. Reading and writing stories and poetry has been her passion since her early years. She was named a Laureate Youth Poet by the San Francisco Public Library in 2013 and has been part of the young writers at 826 Valencia for many years. She loves the work of Neil Gaiman, Ernest Hemingway, Walt Whitman, and Carlos Fuentes.

             Florey’s 2120 Palmetto Ave. Pacifica 650 355 8811.

                  Proprietor  Aaron                Moderator Camincha

Open Mic

Second Saturday, March 12th, 2-4pm @ FLOREY’S BOOK CO.

2120 PALMETTO AVE  PACIFICA 650 355 8811  Aaron proprietor.

Camincha will  Moderate.  Bring goodies to share.

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AVAILABLE: Enjoy the ocean scenery. Miles of free parking. Books from $1. Affordable art work.  Bring Ur music, stories, poems, singing, dancing jokes.

Look forward to hugging you,
Camincha

Camincha is FEATURE & MODERATOR

                  Join Us

February 20^th 2-4pm @ FLOREYS

        2120 PALMETTO AVE

      PACIFICA  650 355 8811

         Camincha will be

    Feature reader & Moderator

        Bring goodies to share.

AVAILABLE:  Miles of free parking. Books from $1. LOVELY Works of ART––If U forget Valentines, well………everyone deserves a 2nd chance. Bring Ur music, stories, poems, singing, jokes.

Look forward to giving U many hugs.

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IN MEMORY When you come across someone suffering from deep anxiety, depression, sadness. From hallucinations, fears. Worst still, he gets pills prescribed by a doctor, that come wrapped up in pages of warnings, that nobody reads and the doctor doesn’t tell you that, YES, those pills are really going to make you sicker, make you want to hurt yourself, kill yourself. And the patient begs for a gun ‘cause he needs “to protect myself from all the monsters that persecute me.” And yes, he kills himself. In his memory pay attention to your love one’s pains and aches, fears. Read the warning pages with him, to him, believe that YES YES, those pills are really going to make him sicker, make him want to hurt himself, kill himself……………… IN HIS MEMORY save someone that you love.

AUTUMN

   

I wish all a prosperous, colorful season & enjoy my poem, now in English, as promised:

                AUTUMN

Your sun rays touch me and feelings

Of sensuality stir in me. My awakening

Isi primordial. I’m the enchanted, ready

to give, to bloom, to surrender.

                      AUTUMN

I’m thirteen, you are the boy on the next

block whose name I never knew. The one

who brought me a flower every morning.

I’m sixteen you are the one who serenaded

me under the weeping willow on the meadow

at the edge of the stream. I’m nineteen, you,

are the husband I always wanted. I’m twenty

a young mother, I watch the world burst

with love in my baby’s eyes. Life goes on.

And now in this new lovely autumn, I say,

Your rays are generous. And my awakening

Is primordial. I’m the enchanted, ready

to give, to bloom, to surrender. Because

   you have arrived in great splendor!

                      AUTUMN.

OTOñO

                     OTOñO   ©

                 by Camincha

Tus rayos de sol me tocan y mi sensualidad

despierta. Mi despertar es primordial. Yo 

soy la embrujada, lista a dar, a florecer. 

                      OTOñO

Tengo trece años, tú eres el muchacho en la

próxima cuadra cuyo nombre no recuerdo. El

que me traía una flor todas las mañanas.

Tengo diez y seis, tú eres el que me serenó

bajo el sausal en la pradera, al lado del arroyo.

Tengo diez y nueve, tú eres el  esposo que

siempre deseé. Tengo veinte años, soy una

madre joven. Veo el mundo explotar con

amor en los ojos de mi bebé. La vida sigue.

Y en este bello otoño, que gozamos, yo digo,

Mi despertar es primordial. Yo soy la 

embrujada, lista a dar, a florecer. Tus rayos 

son generosos. Y es todo lo que necesito. 

Porque tú has llegado en todo tu esplendor!

                        OTOñO