ADULT
5 ° CLASSIFICATO: GRACIELA DEL PINO
LIFE AND DEATH
The transcendent act of life is when we receive
death, the soul flees
and inert matter,
It becomes a huge wound .
What we have today is nothing more than passing,
And eventually, it all evaporated,
Realizing that the time has come
follow the path of the traveler. Guided
always a sacred duty,
Navigating the sea of \u200b\u200bhope,
sailboat in the faith we launched,
to reach the purpose.
virtues in life we \u200b\u200bhave,
family grow and germinate,
But when death is end
And nothing but a dream that we see.
When we have traveled a hard time of
On the paths that life offers;
And long work seems
Death awaits us smiling.
is the lush garden of life, Where bloom
lilies and carnations are only
That leaves and paper in the wind, they escape.
Life is a long journey, we crossed
sometimes very happy,
In others, saturated torments
With agonizing pace of agony.
Death is the end of the day,
of beings that come to her,
Without the glow emanating from a star
to dust, then nothing.
The descent to the icy tomb,
Nothing we are, we know nothing;
Only when we get here,
of thousands of worms the bait.
Life and death, stages of human
struggling to live and is deceased;
And in the moments that you want to live,
Seductive, death, gives his hand. ***
4 ° CLASSIFICATO: BETSY Vasconez
A STAR
unreachable and one month, a day like today,
wish to recall what life in a magical
gave me breath, but the fleeting
wind was
charm.
enjoyed for a day,
the joy of being happy,
the world despite his back gave us
:
our dreams faded, sad heart
stayed and left the troubled soul.
Plus, the heavy fire of her pretty
share;
that gave wings to my life, still lives and burns
throughout my existence.
Wrapped in tears of pain, understanding
not broken.
arose, if the distance
and bitter loneliness,
more words ...
lovely expression ...
are encouraging
my life waking in the morning.
My heart can not lie, and my soul
least pretend.
his star will be unreachable;
a vague dream into reality.
'll keep dreaming in silence and in secret,
even for a moment.
And if I shared my love so long,
and distance was not forgotten;
hope will be my return,
to have you one day again. ***
3 ° CLASSIFICATO: NORMA RODRIGUEZ
THE DRUM
That bum bum
That leaves your belly
That many times, my sadness was carried
,
as
wandering between his whining sound
oh how swell
between the mystery of the surf bum bum
This encourages me, I trnansforma
and prompted me to say things mellifluous
Bombo
sacred lineage
That my love You look like the thunder
That scares me Oh, sometimes the whine
That some black by black
The soul is torn. How often
quickly
Among people I've heard your voice loud,
urgent call to her side and unable to resist
to your call
I ran like the wind
in full quickly, and immediately
hot bum bum
that has been mixed among the turbulent
blood in my veins
And in a ritual dancing I have offered
My dancing like a king
Because the black king but does not know
Have your drum. ***
2 ° CLASSIFICATO: ESCOBAR VICTOR HUGO ZAMBRANO
unknown foreign
The breed has issued the decree:
order to create the "ghetto"
difference the color of the TES that investigates
parents ès.
millennia after the origin when it was erected the Aboriginal
spontaneity
groups of equal signs for quotas.
believed it would cause them harm
strange ....
and emerged
peer groups for protection from evil.
which they survive once deciphered
life died that way, the inventors
border. And
elapsed times and multiplied their breath, large settlements arising
more alienated peoples. What ethnicity
said this, was everywhere
force from and
those days that the regional group. Always
rejection of difference
or white or red.
is that the eyes have
colors but lack of values.
that who, who looked with amazement
is imnegable founder ....
the architect of the ignorant love
and distant.
Lovers
gaps that dark narrow mind! Alli
as desconosco
to be naively crude.
requires a sentence
hug the world !....
hope that one day humans
Acknowledge his brother. ***
1 ° CLASSIFICATO: VALLEJO RODRIGUEZ VINICIO
Genoa Genoa, eternal sailor,
suspended at the water's edge, tied to your header
Apennines
graceful wind your hair.
From your strategic position and water-land and sea and mountain-
has been tearing the bowels
of Italy looking for another port. Were
all knowing!
of sadness, joy and sorrow,
of dreams, fantasies and singing azulmarina
benefactor.
Like yesterday, beautiful,
return today to enjoy from your ports
the desire, the nostalgic winds
Anxious tempt your phases. You opened your
canceled or left ajar
with the certain hope of any devoted mother
-
Your hope is olive green with us today
tangible: your children have become
brave people changed into my temple. *** YOUNG
5 ° CLASSIFICATO: VANESSA LOURDES PERALTA Montesdeoca
say what you feel
Some people say what they feel
Some people do not say what they feel
Without thinking
hide
And Say what you feel
not suffer in silence
streets not breath
not keep this poison in your heart
If you have a wound, screaming
If you have a grudge, forgive
If you have a bug, talk
But do not hide your feelings
Without explaining and regardless
What others say
Say what you feel. ***
4 ° CLASSIFICATO: ANDRES ALFONSO TAPIA MOREIRA
La Pioggia
sguardo per Sognare I raise it, a scene
lacrima I do not breathe
I block and I can not speak, the rain comes
so cold, so
normal
covering my pain my pain, my bad
,
that people will not notice
because a smile covers my face
but my heart is wounded by an illusion.
*** 3rd: DINA Keyla TAMAYO Saltos
WANT TO GO HOME
I want to go home, forget everything
,
me a new life,
abandon the game.
Every person, to me, is special
change one day, one day is equal.
I already miss all the people, by
more serious than funny,
my teachers, my neighbors,
my friends, my cousins \u200b\u200b...
I would like to return to halcyon days, when
joking with my friends
I want to go to laugh and eat together in the family
vanilla ice cream. But the pain I feel
me off the plane the heart, slow,
and my desire to leave
still persists, until I suffer.
I now, dear friends, I ask:
"Lety, Sara, Kya, Wire, Edo:
able to make me change my mind?
If yes, at least give me a good reason.
I think there every day, but
you, you really want I come back? "I will miss our beautiful
escapades in which the hand as we ran
sister ... I miss you too dear cousins,
have taught me to live, even as children.
I miss them already "my" Pauline and "my" Silvietta
I have always supported me, giving me a friendship "perfect"!
remember every day that you will always love and your affection
saran my tears filled.
Honestly, I miss you too
and is now giving you my hand.
*** 2nd: Lissette ISABEL JIMENEZ MONCAYO
POETRY Oh
world, welcome and unwelcome at a time, perhaps
few people have punished unfairly, perhaps not many,
that is what is in you, which is what hidden
which is what allows us to see, but we refuse to do.
Water, Earth, Fire and Air, is that you offer us? Nothing else?
Do not you think that is little to calm our needs?
Have you forgotten legame form one another?
Have you forgotten to give us the capacity to relate
with people different from us? Oh
world, although much is autorepresentan as cosmopolitan
few understand the meaning of this word, the truth is that you,
have given us the means to do if you
all we meet under a single national sin
this for now is just an idea. ***
1 ° CLASSIFICATO: GEMA LIZBETH Toal ROJAS
Earth beautiful dream Earth
beautiful dream which I saw the birth of their four regions
that shine at dawn.
Costa, Sierra, Oriente
belong to Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands are
beauty and love
With its lovely shores, to fall in love
beaches and tropical climate make this
spectacular region.
A bit of this region is my cute Manabi
birthplace. That
with beautiful women, brave men, rivers and valleys make my province
an incomparable paradise
Its snow-capped mountains, beautiful winged
blessing of the land, their sacred customs
and decorated by our capital Quito is located
in half the world is
World Heritage
Bathed in the Amazon River is the eastern region
where you can also find the natural wealth. We
gold mines and oil in many ethnic groups formed
that reflect their culture and majesty.
are enchanted islands of wealth and fortune, Galapagos
not compare with any
many tourists come forward
smiling because they visit this piece of land pride of Ecuador.
Every morning I remember that huge blue sky
and my loved ones, who miss with love, longing
why
someday return to my beautiful Ecuador.
SPECIAL AWARD ***
ALLA PIÙ PICCOLA partecipants
KATHERINE MOREIRA
Io Io voglio voglio
a città in cui nessuno parli male degli stranieri che non ci trattino
male!
O than I'd like something like that!
But unfortunately I can not change things.
But I would also like a little dog that I like
but also that I can not get it. Write stories
is very nice because you can write things that you think, and I decide
take a pen and paper
and describe what I have in mind,
a story.
And I take it all from my heart.
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