CAYASTACITO
Village
loved.
Sun Plaza. Green. Chrysanthemums
everywhere. Campos
greenup.
dusty streets of the summer.
Cayastacito:
beloved Village. Birds
of pink flooded the road.
And in the evening on the river
Flocks of ducks and ibises,
tuyangos Far away ...
In trees, branches dotted with bruises. Flocks
swiftly moving away, Partridge
rising whistling as we passed. Cock
water.
Hares in crazy night race
Formerly
bizcachas. Teru teru
The rampage is hiding its nest.
The aromitos bloom. All nature
dunk over you like a blanket.
no longer your visitor Sunday
sighs
Having found the curve of your church belfry.
His last Sunday, God wanted
Where was there was happy,
Enjoying in your fields.
For once, the flowers were his enthusiasm.
He chose them.
The Cayastacito chose from.
Goralski, Lazzaroni, Bengochea,
many fields will keep his footsteps!
El Tigre, The Lions.
Her figure reflected in the gaps. Miro
far to walk slow Here comes
With his gun discharged.
A bunch of partridges
Bonelli In
tied to his waist
The sun goes ...
So God intended it ...
Cardinals
Partridge,
cock in the stream water
Sun and off ...
Cayastacito: Our
family loves you.
Cayastacito:
We absence linking to you The heart
overwhelms us!
In memory of Daniel Guillermo Velasquez (Black or Nene) for whom the town was a balm Cayastacito. Betty
Fantini
Ci.Es.Pa
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