`Look what I`ve got` en INGLÉS

Look what I’ve got
Aurora Guerra
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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
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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.
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© 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.
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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
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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
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w
n
ru
t
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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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!
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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
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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!
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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n
e
h
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wn,
o
d
t
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s
d
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m.
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b
a
t
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g
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v
I’
e
becaus
ing!
k
l
a
t
e
r
o
m
o
n
And
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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.
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Look what I’ve got
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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
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