From a bird to my father

I was sitting at his table, in his kitchen, watching the yard through the opened door. The small room was lit by shining sun rays.
Suddenly, I turned my eyes towards a bird and stared at the grass where the little brown feathered sparrow was searching for food. It was immediately surrounded by others, which eagerly sank their beaks in the grass and took them out, shortly afterwards, holding bread crumbs or seeds tightly. While doing this, they chirpped and flapped their wings in an exciting manner.
Unexpectedly, he was there, as every day at six in the afternoon softening bread in water and spreading it onto the grass. Afterwards, he sat in the kitchen and watched with delight the feast.
He enjoyed doing this evey day as if he were giving a party for many guests.
He was my father and I am sure his soul is near God...

The Curse by Arthur C. Clarke

The Curse is rather a sad story; it reflects death and quietness everywhere in a city in which a bomb has been dropped. It makes me remember what happened during the second world war in Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Nothing remains alive after a nuclear explosion. Thousands of people die; thousands are seriously injured.
Radioactivity has severe effects on climate and environment. And these negative effects last for years.
Only gravestones can be seen in the story and they are sign of death and memories.
The author establishes here a paralell with Shakespeare's life. He is dead but he will be always alive in his comedies and dramas that are constantly represented by actors throughout the world. At the same time, the nuclear attack to this city and its consequences will be remembered for ever.

Poems written by me

"List" poem

THE TOP TEN OF FIRST GRADE

.frightened children

.anxious parents

.welcoming teachers

.old school buildings

.cheerful voices

.singing bells

.snow white pinafors

.jumping the rope

.brand new notebooks

.sweet unforgetable memories.

"I am from" poem

I am from a warm, cosy home

I am daughter of love

I was born in freedom

I believe in angels

I dream of brotherhood

I hate censorship and starvation

I am from a sensitive world

"Image" poem

Awake mum, awake

Come here again,

Embrace me

Touch me

Kissed me

Listen to me

Let me hear your sensible voice

Fill the air with your scent

Stay with me for ever

These three poems have to do with my life. The first one tries to describe my years at primary school. The second reflects my feelings about the way I grew up.

The last tries to express that a mother is always needed in spite of her physical absence.

Poems written by me

LIST POEM

Why did I choose this poem?

I chose this poem because it describes spring, a season which has special effects on every human being, from children to elder. All of us are touched magically by a fairy and as birds do, we want to fly and sing.
Our hopes are reborn like plants blossom and our soul and heart are full of joy.
Every September I look in amazement the peach, apricot and plum trees of my garden covered with pink and white flowers and I feel happy.

XVIII century poem

LA PRIMAVERA

Ya alegra la campiña
la fresca primavera;
el bosque y la pradera
renuevan su verdor.
Con silbo de las ramas
los árboles vecino
sacompañan los trinos
del dulce ruiseñor.
Este es el tiempo, Silvio,
el tiempo del amor.
Escucha cual susurra
el arroyuelo manso;
al sueño y al descanso
convida su rumor.
¡Qué amena está la orilla!
¡Qué clara la corriente!
¿Cuándo exhaló el ambiente
más delicioso olor?
Este es el tiempo, Silvio,
el tiempo del amor.
Más bulla y más temprana
alumbra ya la aurora;
el sol los campos dora
con otro resplandor.
Desnúdanse los montes
del duro y triste hielo,
y vístese ya el cielo
de más vario color.
Este es el tiempo, Silvio,
el tiempo del amor.
Las aves se enamoran,
los peces, los ganados,
y aun se aman enlazados
el árbol y la flor.
Naturaleza toda,
cobrando nueva vida,
aplaude la venida
de mayo bienhechor.
Este es el tiempo, Silvio,
el tiempo del amor.

Tomas de Iriarte

Why did I choose this poem?

The first time I read one of Sor Juana's poems, I had recently finished the secondary school.
I got very impressed by the way she writes. She says what she thinks without being afraid of any punishment or censorship, in a time during which writing was forbidden for women.
This poem refers to jealousy, a feeling that usually interferes with lovers causing doubts, uncertainty and unhappyness.
It likes me because of its simplicity and rhythm.