From a very young age, I had a certain inclination towards grammar. I remember that on my fifth birthday perhaps, I received one of the gifts that in a way would prepare me and change my way of thinking about many things. At least that was for me "Ethics for Amador" a completely different way of perceiving the world at such a young age.
All this led to encourage reading to read novels, chronicles and especially poetry, I remember the first time I read Neruda and the way he wrote caused something in me. That many years later would lead me to exploit this spark a little more, to the level of joining a Poetry Club.
That is why in this entry I want to compile a little of what I wrote for those days, it should be noted that they are in my native language since the translation may bring alteration to the ideas that I intended to express at that time.
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La casa está en total decoro
El local luce su mejor traje
La visita aún no ha de llegar
Falta el vino y la pasión que han de adornar
Este recinto
Las arenas del tiempo no aguardan
El unísono fervoroso de la hinchada que no para de estremecer
Es la única religión que no tiene ateos
Todos creen la voluntad de remontar o
La fuerza de golear
El empuje de cada uno de los asistentes es el impulso
Para ganar
No importa cuánto ganes, cuanto pierdas
He aquí yo en el mismo lugar
Pero sin duda mi alegría más grande es un gol tuyo
Previo al final
Y yo me quedo con esa melancolía irremediable que todos
Sentimos después del amor y al final de cada partido.
II
La vida
Tus ojos que se abren,
El primer llanto apaciguado por los brazos de tu madre,
El cuidado delicado para paliar tu sufrir,
Los juegos y los mimos que te mantienen despierto,
Ver cómo creces,
Tu padre que te da la mano para que cruces la calle,
El vértigo a empezar la etapa que pondrá el pan en tu boca,
El sudor de tu frente,
Los días y las noches.
III
Y tú.
Y las noches y los días,
El sudor de tu frente,
El vértigo al acabar la etapa que puso el pan en tu boca,
Tu padre que te pide la mano para cruzar la calle,
Ver cómo menguas,
Los juegos y los mimos que te mantienen despierto,
El cuidado delicado para paliar tu sufrir,
El último llanto anhelando los brazos de tu madre,
La mano de quién más te quiere dándote la despedida,
La muerte.
Hi there Sheroll, good to see you over here at the Silver Bloggers Community...
It's a pleasure that you want to take part in our "Library of Wisdom and Fun"! But there is always a but - i can read in your introduction post, that you are a "youngster" compared to what we actually "have set" as an average age to have in our community.
So, you might don't get the support in our community because of that. And your post will not be curated by our Moderators. #justSaying
Though you'll be always welcomed, like our grand children are. 😏
Hello, thank you for your welcome, it is a pleasure for me to be in this community and from now on to be part of it.
Actually my age is 25 years old, the reference was to the first gift I received when I was very young, and so it is a bit of recalling those memories.
Without anything else to say thank you for my stay here, thanks to all of you.
Por favor, vaya a leer y comprenda lo que somos... Utilice el enlace anterior. Gracias
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