It rains here 8 months of the year...
Nothing wrong with it unless you wear a wetsuit everyday :-)
One of the poets that we always study and admire is Antonio Machado, this is one of my favourites because it brings back my school days in many different ways...
Recuerdo lnfantil
Una tarde parda y fría
de invierno. Los colegiales
estudian. Monotonía
de lluvia tras los cristales.
Es la clase. En un cartel
se representa a Caín
fugitivo, y muerto Abel,
junto a una mancha carmín.
Con timbre sonoro y hueco
truena el maestro, un anciano
mal vestido, enjuto y seco,
que lleva un libro en la mano.
Y todo un coro infantil
va cantando la lección:
“Mil veces ciento, cien mil,
mil veces mil, un millión.”
Una tarde parda y fría
de invierno. Los colegiales
estudian. . Monotonía
de lluvia tras los cristales.
A rough translation is...
Childhood Memory
A dark and chilly afternoon
In winter. The pupils
study. Monotony
Of rain against the window panes.
In the classroom. In a poster
Cain is shown
fugitive, and Abel dead
Next to a crimson stain.
In a pitch loud and hollow,
Thunders the teacher, an old man
Poorly dressed, withered and dry,
Carrying a book in his hand.
And the whole choir of children
Is singing the lesson:
“One thousand times one hundred is one hundred thousand,
One thousand times one thousand is one million.”
A dark and chilly afternoon
In winter. The pupils
study. Monotony
Of rain against the window panes.
Enjoy!
F.
| RAIN ::: WET GRASS |
I
PUMA | 
II
Tall Grass | 
III
Wet Grass |
IV
Wet Heads | 
V
Drops | 
VI
Love |
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{K:23981} 6/19/2008
