Hello HIVE Open Mic in week 63, user . This week he touched on the theme of narration or narrator, it can be a storyteller, the truth is that in all the songs we narrate,in this case I am going to tell a sung story called "EL COLIBRÍ" composed by Mr. Alejandro García villalón better known as (Virulo) He is a musician, comedian, storyteller, comedian who belonged to the new Cuban trova, in short,a whole character and without further ado for you the song entitled "EL COLIBRI" I hope you like it.
El Colibrí
Yo conocí una vez a un colibrí
Que estornudaba con las flores
Se Intoxicaba cuando iba al jardín
Y le mareaban sus olores.
Azucenas y Vicarias
le causaban urticaria
Los Jazmines y Azahares
Problemas estomacales.
Al colibrí de tanto estornudar
Se le puso el piquito rojo
No pudo más y tubo emigrar
Con una lágrima en los ojos.
Hizo un día sus maletas
Y se fue de las violetas
De su colibrí mamá
A vivir a la ciudad.
En un apartamento
Gris y todo de cemento.
El colibrí dejo de estornudar
Pero andaba deprimido
Volando solo por una ciudad,
Sin ningún rostro conocido.
Una vida sin colores,
Sin jardines y sin flores.
El creyó que se moría,
Cuando entro a una librería.
El colibrí de pronto imaginó
Que eran los libros como flores
De muchos pétalos y se asomó
A un mundo lleno de colores.
Y voló hasta el horizonte,
Por praderas y por montes,
Y las flores al pasar
No lo hacían estornudar.
Y tanto pudo ver
Que quiso y aprendió a leer
Entre los libros iba el colibrí
Con su piquito investigando
Sin darse cuenta como en un jardín
Los textos fue polinizando.
Y cruzó la geografía
Con la trigonometría,
Luego la filosofía
La lleno de poesía.
Nacieron libros con una visión
Distinta del conocimiento
Se coloreaba la imaginación
Y florecía el pensamiento.
Todo se iba intercambiando
Y la vida transformando
Y la gente que leía
Poco a poco comprendía.
Y el mundo fue feliz
Y todo por un colibrí.
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I once knew a hummingbird
That she sneezed with the flowers
She got intoxicated when he went to the garden
And the smells of him made her dizzy.
Lilies and Vicars
they caused hives
Jasmine and Orange Blossoms
Stomach problems.
To the hummingbird from so much sneezing
He got the little red beak
He couldn't take it anymore and had to emigrate
With a tear in his eyes.
He packed his bags one day
And she left the violets
From his hummingbird mom
To live in the city.
In an apartment
Gray and all cement.
The hummingbird stopped sneezing
But he was depressed
Flying alone through a city
Without any known face.
A life without colors
No gardens and no flowers.
He he believed that he was dying,
When he walked into a bookstore.
The hummingbird suddenly imagined
What were books like flowers
Of many petals and peeked out
To a world full of colors.
And he flew to the horizon
By meadows and by mountains,
And the flowers in passing
They didn't make him sneeze.
And he so much he could see
That he wanted and learned to read
Among the books was the hummingbird
With the little bit of him investigating
Without realizing it like in a garden
The texts was pollinating.
And crossed the geography
With trigonometry,
Then philosophy
I fill it with poetry.
Books with a vision were born
Other than knowledge
The imagination was colored
And the thought flourished.
Everything was being exchanged
And life transforming
And the people who read
Little by little he understood.
And the world was happy
And all for a hummingbird.