Under the Coffee TableA Poem by DalyBilingual Poem (English - Spanish)
"Uno...dos...tres...cuatro..."
An innocent game, que es una tonteria.
I vanished under the coffee table; an army of dust bunnies demanded that my nostrils surrender.
"Cinco...seis...siete...ocho..."
My lips turned into a smile. Anticipation sparkling the soul, exhilaration rushing through my narrow veins.
I was solid and inert, waiting for the moment to be found.
"Nueve...deiz...!listo o no, ya me busca!"
Giggles eagerly trying to escape my throat. The hunter comes close to claim the prize.
"!Me encontraste!"
My mother's shadow loomed before me; words of praise and smells of aquacate and guava marked this moment. © 2008 DalyAuthor's Note
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