Poem -

The Children ~ In memory of the victims of terror Spain 2017

The Children ~  In memory of the victims of terror  Spain 2017

In the square the children play
En la plaza los niños juegan
Boisterous and happy in today
Bullicioso y feliz en la actualidad
The screams and shouts of children past
Los gritos y los gritos de los niños el pasado
The hungry ghosts in the game
  Los fantasmas hambrientos en el juego
Who knows this sweet child singing and dancing with these ghosts
Quién lo sabe dulce niña cantando ybailando con fantasmas
One is marked for death, the other for the lucky life
Uno está marcado para la muerte, el otro niño
Sweet birds singing in the school yard
las aves cantando dulces en la escuela 
Flies off to warmer places that are not as hard
Sale volando a lugares más cálidos que no son tan
Come fly with me sings the bird to the unfortunate child, to the warm hills
 canta el pájaro al desgraciado hijo, hasta la sierra caliente
You will be safe and happy forevermore
Usted será seguro y feliz para siempre

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Jai...

Beautiful tribute!

​​​​​This too becoming more common...

Why can't people live to live?

Why can't good news be the new common?

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong

 

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Jai Masters

Thank you Sparrow!! 
Not good today. 
Terrorible. 
Stay safe 
Jai:) 

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