Olvido by Uriel TovarAbuela,
Y que de los rojos raspados
Sangrando el cielo de lluvia
En los dias de teniebla.
Que de las naranjas
--Tu me ensenates de
Chile y sal--
Dulces y picantes
Como la vida que te gustaria que viviera.
Pero abuela,
No recuerdas los cacahuates
Que dabas en navidad
Ni las pinatas que compraba el abuelo
--Como el nazimiento--
pero yo no me olvido.
03/30/2005 Posted on 03/31/2005 Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 04/02/05 at 05:00 AM Ohala que se mejoire pronto...that is all the spanish I know...lol |
Posted by Vikki Owens on 04/02/05 at 07:48 PM its really fun to read this when the only things you remember from two years of spanish is the nouns.
i gathered something about grandmother and oranges and loving life? .....i like the way the words sound...nice. |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/10/08 at 02:31 PM v |
Posted by Meghan Helmich on 07/10/08 at 02:31 PM oops.
"but i will not forget.." uriel, you've definitely captured my attention. |
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