Author: Gabriel Celaya
children playing
- pípiripingo! -
and I'll put it off.
fool you, teach you
- pípiri! - The dodge.
Did you see? Not that.
the right hand.
hand backwards.
Have you thought?
One, two and three.
For there is more to do.
The bird-watching, "
One, two, three,
went flying.
Source: Gabriel Celaya for children. (2 ª Edic.) Ediciones de la Torre, Madrid, Spain, 2001, p. 47.
Author: Dora Alonso
Sawdust
sawing.
handful of violets, little lemon
seagreen,
little ring of colors. Sawdust
sawing. Sleep
water in the canyon
and a firefly comes and goes. Sawdust
sawing.
cock crowed
revealed in the branches of the suitor.
Sawdust
sawing,
with
crib and diaper.
Cotton the roponcito
sheet and Dutch.
Source: Dora Alonso's flute chocolate. Editorial People and Education, La Habana, Cuba, 1997, p. 5.
Author: Graciela White Knight
Trees They
cicadas Concert ...
I pick them up.
Making them a roof
with my hand,
in my fist gaping
I
tenors and sopranos.
What joy I feel ...!
Today I have a hundred cicadas
playing guitars
summer,
for me and the wind ...
Source: Graciela White Knight, White's verses Graciela (Anthology), Susaeta, SA, Madrid, Spain, 1975, p. 60
Author: Achilles Nazoa
If you find it, morning, asleep on the way,
straighten your hair with your fingers of linen.
Dale breeze quilt, place a pillow
jasmine innocent, wet sorts of herbs.
Arómale lemon lips and roses
and sing with flutes and murmuring bees.
Cover with your kilt mild Diamela,
cochecín take it in small cinnamon.
Put Seven Dwarfs odor of
pocket and in his hand the fragrant heart of quince.
And when I get home cool the earth,
Store in an almond his sword of war.
Source: Beatriz Mendoza Sagar (ed.). Childhood in poetry Venezuelan FUNDACADEMUS, Caracas, Venezuela, 1983, p. 57.
Author: María Elena Walsh
a sombrerote
and a long stick,
bulging eyes,
mocking genius,
which goes on siesta
the alley
kissing girls,
run to the man.
Pour milk
off coal,
Resala soup, hides
soap,
thousand pranks
do not mention .
Some people have seen
by the population:
call him the elf,
lies are not.
Source: María Elena Walsh, traditional verses onions, ALFAGUARA. Buenos Aires, Argentina, 1974, p.76.
Author: Nicolás Guillén
A Dove
singing goes:
- Upa my black,
the sun burns!
No one sleeps,
nor is it in your home;
or crocodile,
or yaguasa,
or snake
or dove,
upa, my black,
the sun burns!
niggers, come
with his niggers.
Air to air
the sun burns! Look
people calling
passes;
people on the street,
people in the plaza;
nobody is
you are at home ...
Coco, Cocoa,
chub, rum
upa, my black,
the sun burns!
Negrón, bold,
plum and passes,
out and wakes up
the sun burns,
awake
say what happens ...
Nobody sleeps
nor is it in your home:
coconut, cacao,
chub, rum,
upa, my black,
the sun burns!
Source: María Teresa Sánchez (Select), Lullabies and nursery rhymes,
Editorial Gente Nueva, (sl), (nd), p. 50.
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