Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Young light skinned middle aged woman with long reddish hair, reading glasses, and a pink shirt.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde
Hope buried 
Under the rubble of ignorance 
Gray cries 
Screams that make you laugh 
Laughter that is scary 
Values: discarded 
The sky cries while the afternoon dies 
At which bend in the road He lost her? 
When did the magic leave him? 
A trumpet sounds under a voice of command 
Will fulfill your destiny as an opaque rite 
Earth man 
Fool man 
Sneaky hail about a pink laugh 
Man of trembling intelligence overshadowed by her folly 
Apologize for nothing 
And screams making only noise 
She is a region of echoes 
Plastered rose that is filled with pure air and is reborn, the next day
She can feel the elements and spin 
With them
She can go from repose to dreams and from dreams to eternity 
Yes she is poetry and a thousand times choose to be 
She can lose herself in hers center without losing the essence of it, 
Throbbing like her blood, wandering like a cloud 
Earth man 
Of false arguments of misunderstood philosophy  
Stay in your loft of hypocrisy and miss what for the last time made him feel alive.

GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from ConcepciĆ³n del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is a commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.