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Perfeccion, by Elisa Chavez.
Una mujer construyó una casitadonde no había sido nada.Todo era sin lujo, pero hermoso:Ella plantó un árbol de pera, y siempre
dejaba la puerta abierta para sus
queridos. Tenía ventanas altas para que
brillaba el sol. El techo se filtrabadespues de una tormenta,y ella estaba arreglándolo.
El hombre nunca no había puestoun ladrillo, pero cuando vio la casa,
exclamó, “¡Ésta no sirve! Las ventanas
son desiguales! Las lámparas son
demasiadas tenues. Necesitamos quequemar esta casa y empezar otra vez.”
La mujer miró alrededor y sabía queél tenía razon, este hombre quenunca no había construido nada:mucho aquí no era perfecto.
Ella le dijo, “Muy bien, señor.¿Pero dónde viviré mañana?”
A man saw that a ladyhad built a house on virgin land.It was a mess: front door off its hinges,a tree’s rotten fruit scatteredacross the yard. The ventilationwas very poor, anyone would admit,and the holes she had put in the roofleaked filthy water in torrents on the floor.Why wouldn’t she fix it?
The man hated to think of herlanguishing in the house, and exclaimed,
“This establishment won’t do, my dear! We deserve palaces, we deserve a worldin the clouds. We have to burn this place
down and start dreaming again.”
The little lady looked around and knewthat he was right: the house she’d builtwasn’t much. Just a small thingmore trouble than it was worth.
She told him, “I wish I could.But I don’t have the imagination.”
I used an online translator to get the direct translation (I don’t speak Spanish), and ouch. I love this series.
“ A woman built a small house where there was nothing. It was no luxury, but beautiful: She planted a pear tree, and always left the door open for her loved ones. It had high windows so the sun shone in. The roof leaked after a storm, and she was fixing it.
The man had never lain even a brick, but when he saw the house, he exclaimed, “This won’t do! The windows are uneven! The lights are too dim. We need to burn this house and start again.”
The woman looked around and knew that he was right, this man who had never built anything: much here was not perfect.
She said, “Very well, Sir. But where will I live tomorrow?”
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ecc-poetry:
Perfeccion, by Elisa Chavez.
Una mujer construyó una casitadonde no había sido nada.Todo era sin lujo, pero hermoso:Ella plantó un árbol de pera, y siempre
dejaba la puerta abierta para sus
queridos. Tenía ventanas altas para que
brillaba el sol. El techo se filtrabadespues de una tormenta,y ella estaba arreglándolo.
El hombre nunca no había puestoun ladrillo, pero cuando vio la casa,
exclamó, “¡Ésta no sirve! Las ventanas
son desiguales! Las lámparas son
demasiadas tenues. Necesitamos quequemar esta casa y empezar otra vez.”
La mujer miró alrededor y sabía queél tenía razon, este hombre quenunca no había construido nada:mucho aquí no era perfecto.
Ella le dijo, “Muy bien, señor.¿Pero dónde viviré mañana?”
A man saw that a ladyhad built a house on virgin land.It was a mess: front door off its hinges,a tree’s rotten fruit scatteredacross the yard. The ventilationwas very poor, anyone would admit,and the holes she had put in the roofleaked filthy water in torrents on the floor.Why wouldn’t she fix it?
The man hated to think of herlanguishing in the house, and exclaimed,
“This establishment won’t do, my dear! We deserve palaces, we deserve a worldin the clouds. We have to burn this place
down and start dreaming again.”
The little lady looked around and knewthat he was right: the house she’d builtwasn’t much. Just a small thingmore trouble than it was worth.
She told him, “I wish I could.But I don’t have the imagination.”
I used an online translator to get the direct translation (I don’t speak Spanish), and ouch. I love this series.
“ A woman built a small house where there was nothing. It was no luxury, but beautiful: She planted a pear tree, and always left the door open for her loved ones. It had high windows so the sun shone in. The roof leaked after a storm, and she was fixing it.
The man had never lain even a brick, but when he saw the house, he exclaimed, “This won’t do! The windows are uneven! The lights are too dim. We need to burn this house and start again.”
The woman looked around and knew that he was right, this man who had never built anything: much here was not perfect.
She said, “Very well, Sir. But where will I live tomorrow?”
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