Grandmother - Abuela by LudyMelltSekher

Poser • Fantasy • posted on Jul 01, 2007

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ABUELA Hay alguien que solo nos dio ternura, multiplicada para quitarnos la amargura. Era la madre, la amiga, la compañera, que amoldó nuestra fuerza hasta esta era. La que nos tejió millones de bufandas, en la cocina con olor a macitas de trigo. Su paso dejaba estelas de olor a lavanda, en su regazo noble donde encontrar abrigo. Sus ojos de mirada cariñosa y compasiva. Su palabra que aceptábamos con un consejo, No a los padres, pero sí a ella, conmovidos. El recuerdo no se va, se queda hasta el hollejo. La recordamos joven, elegante y bonita, parece que oímos sus historias infinitas Sus flores hermosas adornando sus jardines. Estás aquí, Abuela, cuando huelo tus jazmines. Ludy Mellt Sekher© Poema de mi libro "Libro de los Homenajes" ©I.S.B.N.1.345..633.10.9 ©Editorial L.M.S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Muchas Gracias amigos por mirar mi trabajo, sus comentarios son muy importantes para mí @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- GRANDMOTHER (I so sorry my friends, is very difficult to explain to translate a poem without changing him the rhyme and the style) There is someone that alone tenderness gave us, It multiplied to remove us the bitterness. Was the mother, the friend, the companion, That to adapt our force to this was. The one that wove us millions of scarves, In the kitchen with smell to donnas of wheat. Its step left wakes of smell to lavender, In its noble lap where to find shelter. Its eyes of compassionate and loving look. Its word that accepted with a counsel, Not to the parents, but yes to her, touch. The memory does not go, remains to the skin. We recall it youth, elegant and pretty, it seems that we hear his infinite histories His beautiful flowers adorning his gardens. You are here, Grandmother, when I smell your jasmines. Ludy Mellt Sekher© Poem of my book "Book of the Homage's" ©I.S.B.N.1.345..633.10.9 ©Editorial L. M. S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Many Thanks friends by looking at my work, its comments are very important for me @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->---

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LudyMelltSekher

6:13PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

UNE GRAND-ME (Un pardon par mon Franis,j'ai usun traducteur) Il y a quelqu'un qui nous a seulement donnune tendresse, multipli pour l'amertume nous a retir Elle ait la me, l'amie, la compagne, qui a moulnotre force jusqu'cette e. Celle qui nous a tissdes millions de cache-nez, dans la cuisine avec odeur macitas d'un bl Son pas laissait des sillages de l'odeur de lavande, dans son giron noble otrouver un manteau. Ses yeux de regard affectueux et compatissant. Son mot que nous acceptions avec un conseil, non aux parents, mais oui elle, us. Le souvenir ne part pas, il reste jusqu'la peau. Nous la rappelons jeune, ante et jolie, il semble que nous entendons ses histoires infinies Votres belles fleurs en ornant ses jardins. Tu es ici, la Grand-me, quand huelo tes jasmins. Ludy Mellt Sekher Un poe de mon livre "J'ai un jour de congdes Hommages" I.S.B.N.1.345.. 633.10.9 l'itorial(la Maison d'ition) L.M.S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Merci beaucoup des amis, pour regarder mon travail, ses commentaires sont tr importants pour moi @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- PORTUGU AVHalgu que snos deu ternura, multiplicada para tirar-nos a amargura. Era a m, a amiga, a colega, que moldou nossa for atesta era. A que nos teceu milhs de mantas, na cozinha com cheiro a macitas de trigo. Seu passo deixava rastros de cheiro a lavanda, em seu rega nobre onde encontrar casaco. Seus olhos de mirada carinhosa e compassiva. Sua palavra que aceitamos com um conselho, N aos pais, mas sim a ela, comovidos. A recordao n se vai, fica ato hollejo. A recordamos jovem, elegante e bonita, parece que ouvimos suas histias infinitas Suas flores formosas enfeitando seus jardins. Est aqui, Av quando cheiro teus jasmins. Ludy Mellt Sekher Poema de mi livro "Livro de los Homenajes" I.S.B.N.1.345..633.10.9 Editorial L.M.S. @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- Muito obrigado amigos por olhar meu trabalho, seus comentios s muito importantes para mim @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->--- @>--->---

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sim3344

6:18PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Very beautiful image!!! Excellent work!!!

Denys234

6:18PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Very well done!!

modyfree

6:23PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Well done Ludy! +5 keep going>>>

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brycek

6:30PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Ludy..this is so lovely. Beautiful image and loving words. Nice work!!

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Skyback

6:31PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Very well done! 5+!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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rainbows

6:31PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Super image and words, dear Ludy. Excellent work. Hugs. Diane.

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lorddarkwolf

6:33PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

wicked cool!!!!!!!

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priss117

6:33PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Very pretty scene!! Love the read. 5+++++

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yakchat

6:35PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Hello, Sweet Ludy, what a lovely scene you have created....your characters are so pretty and presentation excellent...lovely colors and beautiful art....love, Carol

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jocko500

6:46PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

you do so good work with words and image

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flaviok

6:48PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Minha amiga Ludy,no encerrar de um fim de semana e ao nascer de outra , nos coloca tua sensibilidade nos coraes e beleza da imagem, com uma verdade muitas vezes esquecida. Aplausos My friend Ludy,no to contain of one weekend and when being born of other, it puts us your sensibility in the hearts and beauty of the image, with a truth many times forgotten. Applauses

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MarciaGomes

6:58PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

MINHA AMIGA LUDY,MARAVILHA OBRA,LINDOS DETALHES.POESIA ENCANTADORA.+++++++++5

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Steff_7

7:06PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Looks like a scene from a magical fairy tale. Excellent work and beautiful words..

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RobyHermida

7:10PM | Sun, 01 July 2007

Desde los 8 as me crimi abuela... mi madre tubo que salir a trabajar para que nosotros pudiamos ser algo en la vida. Mi abuela, ya no vive, era una gallega intachable, sencilla, noble y de grandes valores. Ella no amaso galletas de trigo, pero hacia unos guisos de lentejas con chorizo colorado Impresionante!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YO ME PLIEGO A ESTE HOMENAJE!! Maruja, va por vos!!! Ludy, me haces llorar, ten un trabajo impresionante.....y esos ojosssssssssss Me sacan el sue!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Ludy te quiero mucho!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Roby ;O)

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