Poems

The Daughter of the Grasshoppers

Grasshoppers, darkened sky
earth flogged. A mother
worries in bed.
 
A gloomy month september,
where green and vegetables are missing!
 
'Ileleleleleleleleleleleleleil...!
Ileleleleleleleleleleleleleil...!
Ileleleleleleleleleleleleleil...!
 
As soon as she arrived into the world
began her cry!
 
Freed from suffering,
the search for milk began
knocking on various doors.
 
Skinny livestock and without milk,
how to appease the guest?
How to quench the thirst of she who is giving birth?
If the goats were not merciful/mild!
 
In that desolate moment
devoured the milk that had just been milked
and took up her crying again.
 
'Is tubby crying again?!'
 
'Yes, the roly-poly one,
as if there were'nt enough troubles already!'.
'Poor little one of mine...bloom from
chaos and famine!'