Hoy regreso a esta plataforma para contarles una historia real y de paso, compartirles un poema infantil. Me gusta mucho escribir para niños, aunque se que no es tarea fácil. Durante años he escrito varios cuentos infantiles que están recogido en un cuaderno, aún inédito. Están bien guardados, madurando, esperando su momento porque tengo la certeza que algún día verán la luz. La poesía infantil también es un reto para mí y hoy me atrevo a mostrarles una de las que he escrito con la ilusión de les guste y la disfruten.
Hello, my friends. My fraternal greetings to all, and welcome to my blog.
Today I return to this platform to tell you a true story and, in passing, share a children's poem with you. I really like writing for children, although I know it's not an easy task. For years, I have written several children's stories that are collected in a notebook, still unpublished. They are well guarded, maturing, waiting for their moment because I am certain that one day they will see the light of day. Children's poetry is also a challenge for me, and today I dare to show you one that I have written, hoping that you will like it and enjoy it.
-Mamá, mamá, corre, mira Lili.
We could say that this poem is, to a certain extent, based on real events. Many years ago, when my children were small, there was a little frog in my house that lived hidden in some corner. We only saw it at night in the bathroom, where it apparently came out to drink water. It was as small as a thumbnail, green with black spots, a kind of camouflage similar to what military personnel use in war. I'll tell you, my children named her Lili, and every time they saw her, they would create a huge commotion and tell me:
-Mom, mom, quick, look, Lili!
Every time she saw us, she would hide and hop away to her corner. For some strange reason, I have always been afraid of frogs; however, Lili was so, so tiny that she only inspired tenderness, to the point that I wrote a poem for her. My children loved it when I read it to them, and they would proudly show it to their little friends at school, telling them their mom had written it.
One of our fears was that one day, without realizing it, we would step on Lili and the innocent little frog would "pass on to a better life." For that reason, we always moved around the house very carefully, making sure not to crush our little friend. And Lili would sing, with a soft and low tone, but we could always hear her. I don't know exactly how long Lili lived in our house, but I do remember that she made us all very happy.
I also don't know what became of her in the end, because one day we simply didn't see her anymore. On the other hand, my children and I never stopped remembering her. One of my children's stories was also inspired by this little frog, who was, for a time, another member of the family.
La ranita saltarina
que canta por los rincones
me hace un guiño en la cocina
olvidando sus temores.
Con su piel de camuflaje
o su ropa de verano
no importa cual sea el traje
huye siempre de mi mano.
Tus ojos de peregrina
y tus alegres canciones
te hacen lucir bailarina
que danza en las estaciones.
Tus hermosas melodías
parecen tocar un són
cual perfectas sinfonías
que llegan al corazón.
Mucho cuidado amiguita
mira a ver dónde te posas
mantente en una esquinita
y no al centro de la loza.
Por tu cuerpo diminuto
y tu frágil caminar
puede ser que en un minuto
al cielo vallas a dar.
Amiguita saltarina
siempre me alegra tu canto
en casa eres mi vecina
aunque no nos vemos tanto.
MY LITTLE NEIGHBOR, THE FROG
The little hopping frog
who sings in the corners
gives me a wink in the kitchen
forgetting her fears.
With her camouflage skin
or her summer clothing
no matter what the outfit
she always flees from my hand.
Your pilgrim eyes
and your cheerful songs
make you look like a dancer
who dances through the seasons.
Your beautiful melodies
seem to play a tune
like perfect symphonies
that reach the heart.
Be very careful, little friend
watch where you land
stay in a little corner
and not in the middle of the floor.
Because of your tiny body
and your fragile walk
it could be that in a minute
you'd ascend to heaven.
Little hopping friend
your song always gladdens me
in this house you are my neighbor
although we don't see each other so much.
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