With a bowed head, Pilar is toiling
through the sand, she's been playing
along the edge, where the water is white
from foam, coming and flowing back
much further than she can see
Mama knows right away
Pilar, where are your shoes?
Tell me, where did you put them?
Here Señora, look, I got them
You know, I have a girl like her
but she is ill, she has a fever
and cold feet, we don't have money
to buy shoes, and all of a sudden
she was wearing these pink shoes!
Three women listen in
they flap out their handkerchief
when Pilar gives her hoop
her bucket with the shovel
and a kiss as a goodbye
to the sick girl
who will grow up and
will keep the pink shoes
in a glass jar
Poem 2799 Amsterdam, 2020-03-18 The pink shoes (José Martí) - 1889 Poem "Los zapaticos de rosa" Collection: Untwisted Tribute to: Marti, José
Zywa
The girl from the camp
I think a lot about the girl
from the camp in Guantánamo
she is a flower among the flowers
a mountain in the mountains, she lives
and never has to go anywhere
There, birds are singing in the palms
a stream flows through the valley
the water shines softer than gold
and she is a white rose
in June and in January
About her, I want to write
sunbeams in the eternal forest
a sparkling song from my heart
in bright green words
and flaming red music
She is my soul, she melts
weapons with feathers and coral
water, with laurel she heals
the wounded deer, the girl
from the camp in Guantánamo
Poem 2787 Amsterdam, 2020-03-16 When you see a lot of foam (José Martí) - 1891 "V. Si ves un monte de espumas" ("V. When you see a lot of foam") "Versos Sencillos" - I, III, V, XXXIX ("Simple Poems") "Guantanamera, Guajira Guantanamera" ("Guantánamo Girl, Girl from the Guantánamo Camp", 1958, Julián Orbón) Collection: Untwisted Tribute to: Marti, José