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escuincle:
cristian guerrero |
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childhood
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grandmother’s kitchen. That is the image that sticks out in
my head when I remember my childhood. It was the hub of the home,
full of laughter, talking, and delicious smells. She would make
all of my favorite foods when I came to visit. In the winter she
would make little cakes that would melt in your mouth. I remember
asking my mom for permission to go and help my grandmother, but
we rarely helped, we just played and ate. Being in her house was
so comforting and full of love. I am from Chile, where family is
very important and food is very special. That is why getting the
family together to cook was an event all on its own. I think the
memory of my grandmother cooking is something that will follow me
anytime I smell something baking, especially the little cakes that
tasted so good. |
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featured
artist: guadalupe sierra poet,
méxico |
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Maria
is 9 years old. She is the 1st-prize winner –under 16 category-
of the First Amateur Latin Poetry Contest organized in 2006. She
has demonstrated a remarkable ability to express her ideas in
writing despite her short age. She currently lives in Florence,
SC and is very interested in continuing to develop her writing
skills in order to become a better poet.
Her dream is to be able to become a professional writer/poet.
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poem
written by guadalupe sierra, inspired by cristian's childhood
story |
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Recuerdos
de mi infancia
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Memories
of my childhood
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Los
recuerdos más hermosos
Los viví con mi abuelita
Ella cocinaba mi comida favorita
En invierno preparaba
Unas ricas galletitas
Los olores de las galletitas
Olían exquisitas
En chile es una comida favorita
Recuerdo a mi abuelita
Preparando las ricas galletitas
La miro cocinando la comida
Y nosotros intentando ayudar
Pero más que nada
Era para jugar
Alrededor de una hermosa fogata
Y con muchos deseos de estar
Todos juntos en familia
Lo más hermoso que recuerdo
Es el cariño de mi abuelita
Preparando mi comida favorita
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The
most beautiful memories
I lived them with my grandmother
She cooked my favorite food
On winter she prepared
Delicious little cookies
The smells of the little cookies
Were delightful
In Chile is a favorite food
I remember my grandmother
Preparing the delicious little cookies
I see her cooking the food
And we were trying to help
But more than anything
It was to play
Surrounding a beautiful fire
And with a real desire to be
All together in family
The most beautiful thing I remember
Is my grandmother’s love
Preparing my favorite food.
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This is not meant to be a poetic translation but a literal
translation to assist the reader to understand the meaning
of the poem
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