BY MARIA PIA
Recently, amid much sadness, but also cling to the nice things that have happened in life to pass on to my children, I found in song / poetry by Maria Elena Walsh could not remember (singing and remember, to this day, many others). "Song of the Gardener" marked a good part of my childhood as the girl sang a lot and now I realize that my life is also sealed. I would say that characterizes me, if not for the mention of God, given my subsequent conversion to atheism. Here
I share with you. Thanks Maria Elena, you are in this world, this country, left their mark and we comfort the soul ...
Look at me, I'm happy
between sheets
singing through the garden when the wind
skateboard.
When I go to sleep
close my eyes and dream
with the scent of a country
blossomed for me.
I'm not a dancer
because I like to stay
still on earth and feel
that my feet are rooted.
Once
studied in a book of brush
things that only I know
and will never forget.
learned that a walnut
is wrinkled old lady, but
can offer much, much, much honey.
duende From the garden I am faithful,
when a flower is sad
the paint with a brush
and touched her bell.
I
guardian and doctor of a bunch of flowers
and then gives them cough.
God walks through here
with rain shower or disguised
sun peeking from her balcony.
I'm not a great man,
but in my land sky
care better treasure:
much, much, much love.
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