Regalo de la Pacha Mama

Camino tan rápido por la vida

Que no tengo existencia

Sin mirar vivo en ella

Mis piernas sedientas caminan

A veces un tanto extrañas

Muevo mis brazos como alas

Bajo el suave sol de comienzo de otoño

Lleno mis pulmones de oxigeno

Para aprender a respirar mejor

Unificar energía necesaria

Mis pasos van hacia su encuentro

Solo verla siento ese ahogo en el corazón

La divina renovación de mi yo comienza

Restableciendo súbitamente la alegría

La pena se esfuma como nube de verano

Un camino adornado de patos silvestres esperan

Enseñándome como es la vida

La vida estaba lenta, serena bajos sus patas

Algunos descansaban a la orilla de mis pasos

Mirándome con sus ojos de paz simple

Estamos felices deberías estarlo tu, decían

Mientras las ardillas correteaban

Subiendo y bajando los árboles

Eran cálidas disfrutando su día

Traspasaban su alegría de vivir

Mientras yo aprendiendo de su armonía

Sintonizándome con ellos

Mi espíritu volaba como pájaro

Volaba a recibir este regalo

De manos de la Pacha Mama

By Patricia M. Araya

Voorheess, New Jersey

Derechos Reservados de Autor

Calls to Plant a Tree

Calls to Plant a Tree


If you already have a son,
If already wrote anything
Now is time to plant a tree.
My dear brother grow you own treeThe planet Earth,
will thank youIt will like a great gift for nature
No matter where you live,Do it up town, or country land.
On the grasslands
On the edge of a river or lake
Do it Brother, and soon take care it as baby in your laps
If any body want to say "no"To your great endeavors
Just ignore it!Could be, to dig the hole be a hard work
But believe me you will have your reward
Water it with faith, will be a tallest tree
Protected and care it by you
Make sure nobody will harm it
Do it with love, with tender care
Make sure come from a good seed
From a healthy outbreak
Those way will the tallest tree on earth
Take the shovel,Built the well, just does it!
Put the tree on place
Surround it with a big cup
To quench it thirst for it
Tie in a straight post
Help to beauty a dry land
Bring the color green to your eyes
Before you know it
Will be the birds nesting’s house
Singing to all of usA beautiful new day is starting
Blow a decision, make now
All the hard work will be reward it
Made this work with your own hands
Your achievement wills outcomes
Clean air instead contaminated one
The more you know the better
Help do not to over heat the planet
Thing about itIn winter for your chimney, fire wood
A delicious shade under your tree napping
Or eating fresh fruits in a hot summer
Your gardens of golden colors falling
Flower cutting in a next spring is coming.
AUTOR: RUBEN SADA (ARGENTINA)

Version of: Patricia M. Araya

Thank you very much Patricia!

Request of the author:


I ask the people or poets “bilingües” that reads this work and wishes to help, that they return it re-to publishin other sites, previously translating into another language in addition to the Spanish. This poem I will publish it in about 25 sites in that I write, but I would like the readers copy it and re-they publish it as much sites in which it as possible. It would wish that they do its version translated in all the languages of the Planet, so that thus this call can give return to the world, and the people gave it counted of the importance of planting a tree, and avoiding that the forests they are continued destroying in indiscriminate form. It votes here by the law of Forests:PAGE OF GREENPEACE ARGENTINAhttp://www.greenpeace.org.ar/cyberacciones/bosques.html

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