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Ricardo Cisneros Poem
Ever since I can remember we visit my grandmother´s house every Sunday. In the dinning room were we usually spend the while there, she has always had this big glass carved showcase lying against the wall. This big showcase of hers has all types of dolls you can imagine. Is a collection a hobby of her that since I can remember it grows bigger every time. From Matryoshka dolls until Mariachi dolls we can see up there in her collection. Dolls from many places around de world: France, Russia, China and Germany are some examples. My father tells me she collects this dolls since he was a kid, from house to house they have lived on she has taken this big showcase of hers. My grandmother is a collector, and yes she has probably more than 20 different nationality dolls, but this doesn’t mean she has been all around the world. People that know her and care for her always bring her a doll as present when they come back from a vacation. Sometimes I ask her things about the dolls, and every single time no matter her age she always remember the dolls that are the most special to her. Some are presents from other people, and others were bought by herself, but from this special dolls she can give all the exact information. Off course the majority of the dolls she doesn’t even remember from which place they come from or who gave them to her, but I see the smile on her face every time we talk about this showcase, and I feel happy myself only by thinking how an object that she has save for so many years have a great value to her. But most of all I feel happy that one of this special dolls is a present from me and every once in a while when she remembers she thanks me for this doll and tells me that is one of her favorites.
Copyright © Ricardo Cisneros | Year Posted 2012
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Ricardo Cisneros Poem
It was 15 billion years ago, a nothing but green paradise you could see, no matter where you walked. A beautiful landscape without a name, no noice, no pollution, not anything but the big blue non polluted sky. Mountains, sea and big tall trees. But suddenly in the empty clear silence there was a Bang!
Oh I think this is the place the master had been talking about, said the Lion. The Faun serious as usual, just heard the Lion. This is, this is, isn´t it like something that we had ever seen or am I wrong? The Faun didn´t answer, he just stood still beside that big ground whole from where they had come, and analyzed the place. I don´t get it my friend, what are we suppose to do Faun?
Oh, hi there, are you the great Faun? Whispered an acute but loud defiant voice.
Who is there? Asked the Lion, looking up searching for someone to come out of the trees. In the other hand, the Faun showed not even a small sign of surprisement.
What are you doing here already, I wasn´t specting you anytime soon, murmured a big yellow snake sliding from the big brown tree trunk. I hadn´t see you in years my dear friend, she said. Referring to the tall horned Faun.
Oh my dear old Leviathan friend I feel shame to tell you I hadn´t miss you a bit, said the Faun with serenity.
Well, we had our differences in the past but I am sure we can solve things out. The Lion interrupted the snake with a huge loud Roar! Who are you? And what do you want you little beast?
Come on F, please control your little puppy. Tell him to have a little respect for his superiors.
The Lion inmediately tried to run toward the snake, but he failed in his attempt of even moving a muscle. He roar more loudly this time.
Mantain calm Leo, mantain calm. She isn´t worth it, said the Faun.
Oh I am worth it my friend, I have been here just destroying any new creature our father has sent down here. I am sure this new puppet won´t make any difference. After all I feel glad the Lord had the necessity of sending you here with him my brother.
Dumb as always, you just want to manage things the wrong way Levian.
The Faun clapped, and smiled. Here is where you are wrong , Leo won´t commit the same mistakes that the last two creatures so called Adam and Eve made. He is the Lion and he will get to be the king of the jungle one day.
Copyright © Ricardo Cisneros | Year Posted 2012
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