A couple of days ago as I was searching through photo albums, for cute photos of
Sandra, I found one that made me stop and sit down. It always brings fond
memories. It always makes me travel in time...
I could see her clearly, as she tried to memorize a poem for her school's play.
She would recite it during breakfast. She would recite it going to and coming from
school. She would recite it during her bath. She would recite it it the kitchen while
I was cooking. She would recite it during dinner. She would recite it to her
brothers that didn't want to hear it anymore...before going to bed.
We heard it so many times that we all ended up crying more than the lizards of
the poem!!
But look at her! Was she not the custest dressed up for her part? Back then she
wanted to be an actress, and this was going to be her first time in front of an
audience.
Sandra was brilliant reciting, EL LAGARTO ESTÁ LLORANDO, a children's poem by:
Federico García Lorca. ( The poem is in it's original language, Spanish, then in
English for your enjoyment).
EL LAGARTO ESTÁ LLORANDO
El lagarto y la lagarta
con delantalitos blancos.
Han perdido sin querer
su anillo de desposados.
¡Ay, su anillito de plomo,
ay, su anillito plomado!
Un cielo grande y sin gente
monta en su globo a los pájaros.
El sol, capitán redondo,
lleva un chaleco de raso.
¡Miradlos qué viejos son!
¡Qué viejos son los lagartos!
¡Ay cómo lloran y lloran,
¡ay!, ¡ ay!, cómo están llorando!
*****
Mr. Lizard is crying.
Mr. and Mrs. Lizard
in little white aprons.
Have gone and lost
their wedding ring.
Ah, their little leaden wedding ring,
ah, their little ring of lead!
A large sky without people
carries the birds in its balloon.
The sun, rotund captain,
wears a satin waistcoat.
Look how old they are!
How old the lizards are!
Oh, how they cry and cry,
Oh! Oh! How they go on crying!
Note: Federico Garcia Lorca, was born in Fuente Vaqueros, Granada, Spain, June 5,1898. He died near Granada, August 19,1936. He is Spain's most beloved and highly revered poet and dramatist
