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Poem

Héctor Rojas Herazo

Summer

I shall go in the morning
and will look for a lilac color on the field
and I shall stop under a big tree
to count,
till I reach musical sums,
the ten fingers of my hands.
And I shall look at the ants gnawing a shoe
while the grasshoppers
build, elytron after elytron,
the buzz of the day.

Verano

Verano

Me iré de mañana
y buscaré un color lila sobre el campo
y me detendré bajo un árbol grande
a contarme,
hasta lograr sumas musicales,
los diez dedos de mi mano.
Y miraré las hormigas royendo un zapato
mientras los saltamontes
fabrican, élitro por élitro,
el zumbido del día.
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Summer

I shall go in the morning
and will look for a lilac color on the field
and I shall stop under a big tree
to count,
till I reach musical sums,
the ten fingers of my hands.
And I shall look at the ants gnawing a shoe
while the grasshoppers
build, elytron after elytron,
the buzz of the day.

Summer

I shall go in the morning
and will look for a lilac color on the field
and I shall stop under a big tree
to count,
till I reach musical sums,
the ten fingers of my hands.
And I shall look at the ants gnawing a shoe
while the grasshoppers
build, elytron after elytron,
the buzz of the day.
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