Enrique Pérez Arce (January 18, 1889 - June 25, 1963) was a Mexican politician poet, jurist, tribune, educator, writer and journalist.

[1] Born in El Rosario, Sinaloa on January 18, 1889, his parents were lawyers Daniel Pérez Arce and Laura Santos.

A fresh April afternoon with gold and rose, Blue sky, calm sea, lifeless sun And a lush and flowery coast And a voluptuous peace everywhere.

And just like the afternoon, fresh, beautiful, A poor saddened girl Who watches the departure of a ship Melancholically silent.

Los templos, las plazas, Los viejos jardines Y el montón de casas... Muchos ojos negros... Muchas lindas caras... Mujeres que finjen Estar transportadas Del parque de ensueños Que enflora la Alhambra Que Boabdil un día Mojó con sus lágrimas... Y por donde quiera Dulces serenatas.

Las plantas se quejan... La mar sube y baja... ¡Es que ronda el alma De Ángela Peralta!.

Many pretty faces... Women who pretend To be transported From the park of dreams Where the Alhambra blooms Which Boabdil once Wet with his tears... And everywhere Sweet serenades.

[3] During his term as governor he was heavily criticized by the press; had alcohol problems, and his public administrative affairs were not well managed.