| Gabriela Mistral
Meciendo
El mar sus millares de olas The ocean and its thousands of waves
mece divino rock divinely.
Oyendo a los mares amantes I listen to the lovely sea.
mezo a mi niño. I rock my little baby.
El viento errabundo en la noche The breeze is blowing in the night,
mece los trigos rocking the wheat husks.
Oyendo a los vientos amantes I listen to the beautiful wind.
Mezo a mi niño. I rock my little baby.
Dios padre sus miles de mundos In the heavens, Father God is rocking
mece sin ruido. all his countless worlds without a sound.
Sintiendo su mano en la sombra I feel his hand in the night.
mezo a mi niño. I rock my little baby.
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At the birthdays, thank You for making us.
At the funerals, thank You for taking us home.
In the classroom, thank You for teaching us.
In the quiet place, thank You for speaking to our hearts.
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All the Best,
Calvin Lee |
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That's me at the end of lunch, trotting to fifth period. |
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