Hive Open Mic. Week 168. Chick, little chick. /Pichón, pichoncito.
Siempre me ha fascinado escribir poemas, cuentos y canciones dedicadas a los niños porque Dios con su bondad me permitió desempeñarme como maestro especializado en el área de preescolar, que he combinado con mis inclinaciones a la música.
Esta edición es un adelanto al mes del niño con su respectivo realce que es el tercer domingo de cada mes de julio, y en verdad que es un deleite cantarles a los niños, ya sea en vivo o bien sea de manera virtual como en este caso.
Traigo una canción de nombre "Pichón, pichoncito" de corte neta y absolutamente infantil y con la que deseo hacer llegar a los usuarios hasta ese mundo tan bonito y tierno. Y a ver este animalito como alegría para la vida.
Gracias a 
Espero que esta pieza sea de mucho agrado y disfrute.
PICHÓN, PICHONCITO.
Estás tan pequeño,
que para volar
mucho, mucho tiempo
debes esperar.
No pueden tus alas
peso soportar
y un caminar lento
luces al andar.
Pichón... pichoncito,
pichón... pichoncito.
Pichón, pichoncito,
sé que cercerás
y por los espacios
tú te llegarás.
Pichón, pichoncito,
nada temerás
porque al estar grande
libre volarás.
Hive Open Mic. Week 168. chick, little chick /Pichón, pichoncito.
I have always been fascinated by writing poems, stories and songs dedicated to children because God with his goodness allowed me to work as a teacher specializing in the preschool area, which I have combined with my musical inclinations.
This edition is a preview of the month of the child with its respective enhancement that is the third sunday of each July, and it is truly a delight to sing to the children, either live or virtually as in this case.
I bring you a song called "Chick, little chick", a clear and absolutely childish song with which I wish to make the users reach this beautiful and tender world. And to see this little animal as a joy for life.
And to see this little animal as a joy for life.
I hope you enjoy this piece.
Chick, little chick.
You are so small
that to fly
a long, long time
you must wait.
Can't your wings
weight to bear
and a slow walk
lights as you come.
Chick, little chick,
I know that you'll hover
and through the spaces
you'll get there.
Chick, little chick,
you will fear nothing
because when you grow up
you will fly free.
Poem to RADIANT GEMS.
During each week
a cheerful selection
has become a section
whose radiance adorns.
It is a recognition
to what is creativity,
originality
originality and outstanding talent.
Everything is adorned with brilliance
on such a beautiful stage
where each user sings
with the voice of a little bird.
The expressive poems
I would like to dedicate
in my very happy singing
to these radiant gems.