`Look what I`ve got` en INGLÉS
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`Look what I`ve got` en INGLÉS
Look what I’ve got Aurora Guerra 1 A seed of writing sprouted in her very early. “Poemas de Navidad” in the elementary school, “Ha nacido una estrella” and “Memorias de un Bachillerato” in the secondary school, while she was still a young girl, secured her first literary prizes awarded by the Instituto Véritas of the Institución Teresiana of Madrid. Writing was for her much more than a game or a passing hobby. Year after year not unlike a devoted pilgrim she participated in literary competitions and calls in which she would confirm her passion for writing. In all of them she won a prize. She was finalist in several story competitions of Tribuna Médica and received the first prize in the eighth edition for “El día de hoy”. She also received the first prize in the story competition of the Asociación de Padres La Familia for “Pichón” and the first prize of the fourth story competition Don Daniel de Rebotica for “Las Manos de Yasmín”. Then followed the second prize in the third short story competition Ramon y Cajal of Ilustre Colegio Oficial de Medicos de Madrid for “Tomás y los medios”, the first prize in the 2009 story competition of the Medical Economics for “Manuel me mira a los ojos” and the first prize in prose in 2010 of the Asociación de Farmacéuticos de Artes y Letras for “Cancún veinte diez”. She received, in 2011, the second prize of the Literatura en Prosa FAES for “Epifanía”. However, prose alone was not at all sufficient. Although poetry, her most intimate literary emotion almost always was kept in the corners of her soul, sometimes it appeared in light and also gave fruit: prize for youth of the publisher La Muralla for the collection of poems “Nosotros dos” in Spanish and Portuguese. First prize in the poetry competition of the Asociación Española de Médicos Escritores y Artistas 2007 for “Desde dentro de la piel”, the second prize in poetry Antonio Machado 2011 of the Fundación Ferrocarriles Españoles for “Meteoro en la huella” and the second prize of literature in verse of the Asociación de Farmacéuticos de Artes y Letras for “Madrid contradicción”, and the first prize for “A propósito del tiempo” of the Asociación de Farmacéuticos de Artes y Letras. “Mira lo que tengo” is her latest work, a collection of poetry in which each part of the body becomes a game full of fun, sweetness and harmony. Reading these poems is not sufficient. One must live them, act them and sing them. So we all can be more like children, live again that innocence that still continues inside us although we sometimes forget it. Aurora Guerra is Professor of Dermatology, University of Complutense, Madrid, and Head of the Department of Dermatology, University Hospital 12 of October, Madrid. www.auroraguerra.com Dedicated to Sofía, Alfonso and Claudia 3 Sofía When you flip your eyelashes, the Fairy Fantasy is born. You fly and make me fly to the world of marvels. The word that rhymes with your name is Poesy. Alfonso Claudia A little captain, a great wizard in miniature, a naughty little angel, an arsenal of sweetness. Your smile moves me, Alfonso, you, my dearest. Hardly I knew you, yet I know all about you. Hardly you smiled to me, yet you touched my heart. The world is born in your hands. Grow up happy, my treasure. 4 © 2012 AURORA GUERRA © 2012 MEDA PHARMA, S.A. Edited by MEDA PHARMA, S.A. Translated by: Leena Marjatta Siitonen Printed in Spain Creative concept and graphic design made by Umbilical ISBN: 978-84-695-7379-2. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, copied, transmitted or stored by any media save with written permission from the author or the editor. 5 Index My neck.............18 My arms............19 My hands............20 My legs.............21 My feet.............22 My nails............23 My tummy...........24 My navel............25 My back.............26 My bum.............27 My skin.............28 Look what I’ve got......7 My eyes...............8 My eyebrows...........9 My tears............. 10 My mouth............ 11 My tongue............ 12 My teeth.............. 13 My laugh............. 14 My nose.............. 15 My ears.............. 16 My hair...............17 6 Look what I’ve got y. So many things I’ve got in my boird. I’ve got a head covered with ha Teeth, a mouth that can kiss, eyes that see, a nose in the middle; hands that touch. I’ve also got fingers h you. it w y a pl I n he w n ru t a th et fe o and tw , black. se ro , te hi w : rs lo co nd sa ou th a I’ve got n. ow fr a h it w s, ou ri se ry ve s: re I’ve also got gestu Happy, laughing. dy bo y m in er ov ll a gs in th ny a m so I’ve got dream. a s a f el ys m of k in th I es im et m that so 7 My eyes Two lights in my They go on in the face go off when I sleep. and tell me their morning how the sun is in secrets: how my dog’s tai my window, they tell the color l moves; and the picture o of oranges, the face of my paf my stories, the smile of my G rents, randpa. They’re two light They’re my eyes, s with eyelashes. and I love them. 8 My eyebrows Only two fanny linesead. painted on my foreh doesn’t grow They’ve got hair that othing. and they do almost n vator, They look like an ele up and down. well, they move only 9 lt, Knowing about saawberry, knowing about str p, knowing about souin. knowing about pa for being naughty When I’m scolded I cry very upset sly. and scream furioun I’m happy. But I never cry whe My tears 10 My mouth How smart is m It does what I o y mouth! open, close, la rder: show the teeth ugh, cry, The tongue ou … not so much! likes walking t of loneliness It loves sweets.for a while. My mouth loves But, don’t believe it! when munching the cold ice cream. 11 My tongue While I’m thinking it stays in the mouth. But if I’m talking, it becomes playful: it swims, jumps, plays and does a thousand things without any order. When it’s furious, it becomes long and grows outside the mouth, hardly moving it insults and jokes. It’s truly adventurous. It does what it pleases. 12 My teeth y, n a m d n a e it h w e ’r y The ng. they’re hard and stros, apples and nuts. They bite sandwiche g inside the mouth. They’re always hidin when I laugh. They’re showing only any. My brother hasn’t got 13 My laugh Sometimes I laug I can’t stop when h hard: ha! Ha! mum’s tickling m y tummy. My dog has got a that’s original an laugh It moves its tail wd special. It’s so strange. H hen it’s laughing. a, ha, ha! 14 My nose My nose is divine. ’t know, How can it be, I don s on the plate, that not seeing what’ t. I know what I will ea My nose is proud ing the first to show up as it always likes be ay. and the last to go aw is th s e k li it if w o n k I don’t : is th o d to s a h it if r o red ti ts e g r e v e n e s o n y m ll. e m s to s p to s r e v e n and 15 My ears “Say it into when I’m goimy ear”, says Dad, Round, wa ng to tell him a secret. small, normvy, it seems like al, painted in th a picture e sea. It’s always a since it’s ver t peace You know s y formal. I’ve got anot omething? her one simi lar. 16 My hair t. My hair is quite shor ng. My friend’s hair is lo air. Mum has got strait h Dad’s hair is curly. ent: r e f if d e r a s r lo co ir e Th t. u tn s e ch , n w o r b , d blon d in w e th in s e v o m ir My ha d. when it’s well combe sh u r b a d n a b m co a h Wit o I can make my hairdinge and play with the fr ther side. by placing it on the o 17 My neck e c a l k c e an h t i w d an f r a c s With a is dressed up my neck alk. for a w ad e h e h t s rie r a c k c e My n kes it turn and ma to right, d. r , a t f w e k l c o a t b d n a r e d r g n a o w l r h o c f u m s t e g and mething. f l e s t i es so h c g t n e i r t w s o It s kn e k i l t i when 18 My arms When I bend they touch th down and if I stre e floor they reach to tch myself the sky. When I open I’m big and them and when I cstrong, I become smalose them ll. I really like With my armthem! I can give a b s to those I lov ig hug e. 19 My hands hi! I’m now sayinghand, With my right the other side and looking to nd. I see my left ha rms a y m p l e h s d n My ha ys o t f o s l u f g a b to carry the as. I get at Christm rs e g n i f f o l l u f My hands are g the locks of hair to help touchin face. and my Mum’s 20 My legs - Come, my child, come. - My legs don’t want to come. What can I do? - Put toys away. - No, not today. They don’t like at all to be picked up. - Come, my child, come. - My legs don’t want to come. What can I do? - I’ve got a sandwich. - Well, then I’ll come. - But … the legs? - They want to eat. 21 My feet rd a w r o f s e o g t ot tha o f e n o t fter. o g a s e v w I’ o l l o f t a ot th o f r e h t o n a d an r e h t e g o t n i o j y At times the jump. and then I can too. , e c n a d n a c and n u r I t e . e f g n y i k m l a w r With o f wear I s r e p p i l s r o Shoes toes y m n o p u t e If I g n o o m e h t h c u o I can almost t ky when I go to bed. that’s on the s 22 My nails One, two, three, four, five … and I stopped counting, because with both hands and feet they’re twenty. Not more. They’re hard, flat and strong. When I get an itch on my head or back, my nails start scratching and turn my pain to pleasure. More, more, more! 23 My tummy . s t e e w s f o t o l at a e I , g n i y a l p t r If I sta d a b l e e f ’ s e i d n But ca my. m u t y m y t r i d because they m. So says my mu ean. l c s i y m m u t y But m er w o h s e h t n i t i t I look a nd u o r s ’ t i e e s I and ess. l t o p s t s o m l a and ings h t e m s l l e t t i s Sometime without stopping. making noise n it says: I think that the right!” “your mum is 24 My navel On my tummy is a bu like the bell on my d tton It’s round like sun oor. but when I press it, it doesn’t ring. When I go to an excu I like to lay on the gr rsion, ass, cross my arms and pull up the shirt. Uh, what a fright, w if a sheep comes nea hat a shock It wants to lick my bur. that it likes better th tton an grass. 25 h me t i w s e o g s y a w It al ing, when I’m walk ook in a mirror. but to see it I l soft d n a g i b y r e v It’s , s e n o b t o g s ’ t i although , s e m i t e m o s s e and it itch ss. e l t s e r m I’ n e h w es, s s i k o s l a d n a it Mum caresses cratches it, but when she s han heaven. ti feels better t My back 26 My bum f it, o e c i t o n s e k a t Nobody , k c a b e h t n i s ’ t bad. s d n u o s because i t i e s ecau b , e m a n s t i s or say ne! o e l t t i l u o y , l - Be carefu round more. Don’t turn a box. Don’t touch the lass? fg o e d a m et. t i k c Is a r a g n i k a for m u o y p i h w l l I’ red … o b t e g l l I’ n e h -T wn, o d t i s d n a o g l I’l m. u b a t o g e v I’ e becaus ing! k l a t e r o m o n And 27 My skin is soft of silk and can and rosy When I walk in dy. I get very tanne the sun, d. When I feel hot I’m burning, f , I swet. What happens iresquad! I turn into ice. when it’s cold? My skin From outside y what I’m keepi ou can’t notice the brain, the tng inside: the heart, the b ummy, ones … My skin is my c the best I’ve got lothes, Both by day an . I always have t d by night hem on. 28 Look what I’ve got 29 30 Initiation -Dear child, what would you like to do with this book? -Well… see pictures, listen to and read poems and learn many things about my body. -But do you know what is a poem? -Well yes. It’s … some words put together so that when you read them it’s like music although you don’t sing them. -You’re a very clever child. Really, I think you’re a little poet, as big as the biggest giant of the world. What for are these explanations? Children surprise us more than any unmasked mystery or any recently discovered invention. Children appreciate all, discover all, are worthy of all. Even so, I have modestly dared to compete with them by filling their mouth and their soul with words, familiar or new, words that can dance on their lips and in their eyes; words that can be a friendly travel company when learning about their body’s secrets and, what’s most important, words that show how in every small or great thing resides beauty – if their heart only knows how to find it. I don’t know which are more beautiful: poems or children. In some way they might be the same. Aurora Guerra 31