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Los Niños en el Zócalo

Los Niños en el Zócalo

A Poem by Phillip Wolke
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Has visto los niños in el zócalo de Oaxaca jugando en su propio mundo?

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Están jugando en el centro y en este momento

Todo la energía que tienen está centrado en este momento.

Es curioso como sus mentes piensen solo en el momentito,

Cómo cuando están jugando un ratito solo procesan un pocito.

Siempre lo que pasa en frente pero nunca atrás,

Esta acción les cuenta un segundito.

Entonces siguen jugando y se parece un rato

Pero es increíble como en este segundito siempre pasa cómo un ratito.

Este fue el momentito.

© 2023 Phillip Wolke


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Is this a close translation....?


They are playing in the center and at this moment
All the energy you have is focused on this moment.
It's funny how their minds think only in the moment,
How when they are playing for a little while they only process a little bit.
Always what happens in front but never behind,
This action counts for a second.
So they keep playing and it seems like a while
But it's incredible how in this little second it always goes by like a little while.

This was the moment.


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I love reading poetry in other languages, in situ. There is so much to be learned by expressing the inarticulate with different languages. The medicine of language has no flavor... just good taste when done properly... with great potential for more.

Posted 10 Months Ago



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Added on June 20, 2023
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Phillip Wolke
Phillip Wolke

Mexico City, Mexico



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I am a writer who just started doing shorts stories and have written poetry for years. I love all forms of writing and enjoy turning dreams into short stories. more..

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