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La imagen de esta semana, nos muestra un “cerdo” negro parado en un parche de hierba seca con vegetación verde en el fondo. El animal parece estar mirando directamente a la cámara de quien capturó el momento, y su pelaje parece estar húmedo, dándole un aspecto brillante. Lo primero que hice fue pensar en una parrilla.
Basándome en mis observaciones, podría ser un cerdo vientre de olla, que es una raza conocida por su tamaño más pequeño y vientre abultado. Estos cerdos son populares como mascotas y se originaron en Vietnam. Pero podría ser más bien un “báquiro”, pecarí. Si pudiera ver sus colmillos, mi apreciación sería más exacta. Un ejercicio poético nos ilustrará las diferencias…
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En el campo verde y vasto,
bajo el cielo tan inmenso,
vive el cerdo, rosa y graso,
en la granja con empeño.
Con sus hermanos los puercos,
en el barro siempre encuentro,
mientras que el Tayassuidae,
en la selva tiene su templo.
El Tayassuidae es fiero,
con colmillos como hierro,
no es doméstico ni tierno,
vive libre sin destierro.
Es un jabalí del Nuevo Mundo,
su familia es un misterio,
en las Américas vagando,
aquellas historias de colones.
Y entre ellos el báquiro,
También conocido como pecarí,
Es un cerdo salvaje,
Que anda libre por allí.
El vaquero cuida los rebaños,
con su lazo y su acero,
entre cerdos y Tayassuidae,
él es guardián sincero.
Así en versos te describo,
las vidas que se entrelazan,
en la naturaleza escribo,
de las criaturas que abrazan.
Un cerdo en su corral vive,
mientras que el Tayassuidae pasa,
y el báquiro anda libre,
las historias se entrelazan.
La imagen de esta semana, nos muestra un “cerdo” negro parado en un parche de hierba seca con vegetación verde en el fondo. El animal parece estar mirando directamente a la cámara de quien capturó el momento, y su pelaje parece estar húmedo, dándole un aspecto brillante. Lo primero que hice fue pensar en una parrilla.
Basándome en mis observaciones, podría ser un cerdo vientre de olla, que es una raza conocida por su tamaño más pequeño y vientre abultado. Estos cerdos son populares como mascotas y se originaron en Vietnam. Pero podría ser más bien un “báquiro”, pecarí. Si pudiera ver sus colmillos, mi apreciación sería más exacta. Un ejercicio poético nos ilustrará las diferencias…
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En el campo verde y vasto,
bajo el cielo tan inmenso,
vive el cerdo, rosa y graso,
en la granja con empeño.
Con sus hermanos los puercos,
en el barro siempre encuentro,
mientras que el Tayassuidae,
en la selva tiene su templo.
El Tayassuidae es fiero,
con colmillos como hierro,
no es doméstico ni tierno,
vive libre sin destierro.
Es un jabalí del Nuevo Mundo,
su familia es un misterio,
en las Américas vagando,
aquellas historias de colones.
Y entre ellos el báquiro,
También conocido como pecarí,
Es un cerdo salvaje,
Que anda libre por allí.
El vaquero cuida los rebaños,
con su lazo y su acero,
entre cerdos y Tayassuidae,
él es guardián sincero.
Así en versos te describo,
las vidas que se entrelazan,
en la naturaleza escribo,
de las criaturas que abrazan.
Un cerdo en su corral vive,
mientras que el Tayassuidae pasa,
y el báquiro anda libre,
las historias se entrelazan.
Ven γ pɑɾticipɑ que ɑún estɑ́s ɑ tiempo Unɑ imɑgen vɑle mɑ́s que mil pɑlɑbɾɑs
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Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
This week’s image shows a black “pig” standing in a patch of dry grass with green vegetation in the background. The animal appears to be looking directly at the camera of the person who captured the moment, and its fur appears to be damp, giving it a shiny appearance. My first thought was of a grill.
Based on my observations, it could be a pot-bellied pig, which is a breed known for its smaller size and bulging belly. These pigs are popular as pets and originated in Vietnam. But it could be more of a “báquiro”, peccary. If I could see its tusks, my assessment would be more accurate. A poetic exercise
In the green and vast field,
under the sky so immense,
the pig lives, pink and fatty,
on the farm with determination.
With his brothers the pigs,
in the mud I always find,
while the Tayassuidae,
In the jungle he has his temple.
The Tayassuidae is fierce,
with fangs like iron,
It is neither domestic nor tender,
Live free without banishment.
It’s a New World boar,
his family is a mystery,
in the Americas wandering,
those stories of colonists.
And among them the báquiro,
Also known as peccary,
It’s a wild pig,
Who walks free there.
The cowherd takes care of the flocks,
with his lasso and his steel,
between pigs and Tayassuidae,
He is a sincere guardian.
Thus in verses I describe you,
the lives that intertwine,
In nature I write,
of the creatures they embrace.
A pig lives in his pen,
while the Tayassuidae passes,
and the báquiro walks free,
the stories intertwine.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
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Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
Ven γ pɑɾticipɑ que ɑún estɑ́s ɑ tiempo Unɑ imɑgen vɑle mɑ́s que mil pɑlɑbɾɑs
Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
This week’s image shows a black “pig” standing in a patch of dry grass with green vegetation in the background. The animal appears to be looking directly at the camera of the person who captured the moment, and its fur appears to be damp, giving it a shiny appearance. My first thought was of a grill.
Based on my observations, it could be a pot-bellied pig, which is a breed known for its smaller size and bulging belly. These pigs are popular as pets and originated in Vietnam. But it could be more of a “báquiro”, peccary. If I could see its tusks, my assessment would be more accurate. A poetic exercise
In the green and vast field,
under the sky so immense,
the pig lives, pink and fatty,
on the farm with determination.
With his brothers the pigs,
in the mud I always find,
while the Tayassuidae,
In the jungle he has his temple.
The Tayassuidae is fierce,
with fangs like iron,
It is neither domestic nor tender,
Live free without banishment.
It’s a New World boar,
his family is a mystery,
in the Americas wandering,
those stories of colonists.
And among them the báquiro,
Also known as peccary,
It’s a wild pig,
Who walks free there.
The cowherd takes care of the flocks,
with his lasso and his steel,
between pigs and Tayassuidae,
He is a sincere guardian.
Thus in verses I describe you,
the lives that intertwine,
In nature I write,
of the creatures they embrace.
A pig lives in his pen,
while the Tayassuidae passes,
and the báquiro walks free,
the stories intertwine.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
This week’s image shows a black “pig” standing in a patch of dry grass with green vegetation in the background. The animal appears to be looking directly at the camera of the person who captured the moment, and its fur appears to be damp, giving it a shiny appearance. My first thought was of a grill.
Based on my observations, it could be a pot-bellied pig, which is a breed known for its smaller size and bulging belly. These pigs are popular as pets and originated in Vietnam. But it could be more of a “báquiro”, peccary. If I could see its tusks, my assessment would be more accurate. A poetic exercise
In the green and vast field,
under the sky so immense,
the pig lives, pink and fatty,
on the farm with determination.
With his brothers the pigs,
in the mud I always find,
while the Tayassuidae,
In the jungle he has his temple.
The Tayassuidae is fierce,
with fangs like iron,
It is neither domestic nor tender,
Live free without banishment.
It’s a New World boar,
his family is a mystery,
in the Americas wandering,
those stories of colonists.
And among them the báquiro,
Also known as peccary,
It’s a wild pig,
Who walks free there.
The cowherd takes care of the flocks,
with his lasso and his steel,
between pigs and Tayassuidae,
He is a sincere guardian.
Thus in verses I describe you,
the lives that intertwine,
In nature I write,
of the creatures they embrace.
A pig lives in his pen,
while the Tayassuidae passes,
and the báquiro walks free,
the stories intertwine.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
This week’s image shows a black “pig” standing in a patch of dry grass with green vegetation in the background. The animal appears to be looking directly at the camera of the person who captured the moment, and its fur appears to be damp, giving it a shiny appearance. My first thought was of a grill.
Based on my observations, it could be a pot-bellied pig, which is a breed known for its smaller size and bulging belly. These pigs are popular as pets and originated in Vietnam. But it could be more of a “báquiro”, peccary. If I could see its tusks, my assessment would be more accurate. A poetic exercise
In the green and vast field,
under the sky so immense,
the pig lives, pink and fatty,
on the farm with determination.
With his brothers the pigs,
in the mud I always find,
while the Tayassuidae,
In the jungle he has his temple.
The Tayassuidae is fierce,
with fangs like iron,
It is neither domestic nor tender,
Live free without banishment.
It’s a New World boar,
his family is a mystery,
in the Americas wandering,
those stories of colonists.
And among them the báquiro,
Also known as peccary,
It’s a wild pig,
Who walks free there.
The cowherd takes care of the flocks,
with his lasso and his steel,
between pigs and Tayassuidae,
He is a sincere guardian.
Thus in verses I describe you,
the lives that intertwine,
In nature I write,
of the creatures they embrace.
A pig lives in his pen,
while the Tayassuidae passes,
and the báquiro walks free,
the stories intertwine.
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
