MY WORD IS THE RHYTHM OF MUSIC My word is the hand that we work with My word is the eye by which I see My word is the food of those beggars My word is the air I breathe My word is my mouth where I eat My word is the home of those who live on the street My word is the friendship of my classmates My word is the mother who gave us life My word is the notebook where I write My word is the love of those couples My word is the rhythm of music.
John Esteban Carvajal Quintero (12 años)
LA CASA POÉTICA En el barrio Tres Esquinas una casa regala poemas. Anteriormente la gente le tenía miedo hasta que tres valientes niños decidieron escucharla. Le dijeron a todo el barrio que la escuchara. La gente a las 6 a.m. escucha sus poemas y los tres valientes niños terminaron viviendo en ella. THE POETIC HOUSE In the Tres Esquinas neighborhood a house gives poems. People were previously afraid of it until three brave children decided to listen to her. They told the whole neighborhood to listen to her. At 6 a.m. people listen to her poems and the three brave children they ended up living in it.
Miguel Ángel Jiménez (11 años) Juan José Zapata (12 años)
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