text and illustrations Author: Ines de Cuevas 
-over forest apamate village, Grillo Wise peered intently at the ground, looked carefully at every corner, then turning to the other chains, said: "We spend the night, because this is the best place to rest. From those trees that are there, look at how the dew swings in grain and how the spider cradles the dream of other insects in their soles quilt .... In addition, we see the morning star before clarifying the day. "That said, remained silent ....... long silence ....
As if silent forever.
That night, the hours idly walked, and when morning broke, a deafening wind crept like a whirlwind through the curtains wild. Then, Grillo Wise that he was right, and all listened with an extraordinary ear, he said, curiously: "They hear ...?, that is the sonata of the cicadas. Pack up your violin and remain silent .... totally silent! That from this moment on, not to sound a note of violin outdated.
Upon hearing the order, obeyed crickets, and suddenly, music that nobody knows where it came, was speared in branches of the trees .....
It was the dawn began to sing:
days inns in
the wind sings her lullabies
and stars
overlook to watch the morning
Crickets
nap on a frond far as the curtains are drawn
dawn windows
When aurora the song ended, everyone gasped. The sky was filled with phosphorescent and acelofanadas halos. So the crickets, which were as smart as Grillo Wise, realized that it was time to take shelter in his house of leaves, to await a new dawn at the foot of the apamate. Since that morning, all passed ; very happy hours, despite the ruiiii-ruiiii-ruiiii of his violins.
Ines de Cuevas
(text and illustrations taken from the unpublished book of Agnes de Cuevas: Las Posadas
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