pictures from the Graduation (ymca)

pictures.

from the exposition

POEM

For my heart just your chest is enough
for your freedom just my winds are enough
from my mouth to heaven you will hear
what you had slept in your soul.

is in you the every day's illusion
you come like the dew to the corollas
socavaz the horizon with your absence
eternity enfuse like the wave.

I have said that you were singing in the air
like the pine trees and like the mast
like theme you are tall and taciturn
and suddenly you get sad like a journey.

comfortable like an old path will populate echos
and nostalgic voices and I woke up and
some times escape and emigrate birds that
were sleeping in your beautiful soul.


(Translation of a Pablo Neruda poem)

Many Traditions

By Patricio

In my country, we have many traditions but I don't like any. But when I was 10 years old I listened about a tradition in Nabon City and I remember my father and grandfather, they took part in this tradition. I remember my daddy told me about this tradition. It came from the city of my grandfather. They made a car of wood and they took part in a competition when my daddy was only 7 years old, and we did the same thing with my daddy.

The Virgin of Guadalupe

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