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Una niña sentada en una silla de madera, tocando el violín, posando sus dedos sobre el diapasón sin trastes, mientras su otra mano acaricia las cuerdas con el arco. Su rostro, adornado con pecas, con los ojos cerrados, concentrada en las mágicas notas. La niña lleva un vestido azul cuya falda está hecha de tul. Hermoso cabello rizado y los pies descubiertos que posan sobre los refuerzos horizontales de la silla (derecho e izquierdo).
Quizá, esté tocando Lullaby de Brahms o “canción de cuna” como comúnmente la conocemos. Melodía la cual ha aprendido de memoria, pues desde antes de su nacimiento le había estado escuchando.
Los pequeños dedos de su tierna mano izquierda empezaban a tener consistencia para presionar adecuadamente cada cuerda. Recuerdo cuando empezó con la flauta dulce DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, una y otra vez hasta que un día me deleitó con “Los Pollitos dicen pio, pio, pio, …”, había mejorado la coordinación y vocalización. Hermosos momentos de ser papá.
Hay recuerdos que hieren y otros que nos llenan y alegran el día. La imagen de esta semana me ha conmovido… Regreso al pasado y es como si lo estuviese viviendo en este momento al escribir. Ver sentada a Sofía en su taburete frente al teclado, ataviada con su vestido rosa que tanto le gustaba y la tiara de rosas…
Una niña sentada en una silla de madera, tocando el violín, posando sus dedos sobre el diapasón sin trastes, mientras su otra mano acaricia las cuerdas con el arco. Su rostro, adornado con pecas, con los ojos cerrados, concentrada en las mágicas notas. La niña lleva un vestido azul cuya falda está hecha de tul. Hermoso cabello rizado y los pies descubiertos que posan sobre los refuerzos horizontales de la silla (derecho e izquierdo).
Quizá, esté tocando Lullaby de Brahms o “canción de cuna” como comúnmente la conocemos. Melodía la cual ha aprendido de memoria, pues desde antes de su nacimiento le había estado escuchando.
Los pequeños dedos de su tierna mano izquierda empezaban a tener consistencia para presionar adecuadamente cada cuerda. Recuerdo cuando empezó con la flauta dulce DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, una y otra vez hasta que un día me deleitó con “Los Pollitos dicen pio, pio, pio, …”, había mejorado la coordinación y vocalización. Hermosos momentos de ser papá.
Hay recuerdos que hieren y otros que nos llenan y alegran el día. La imagen de esta semana me ha conmovido… Regreso al pasado y es como si lo estuviese viviendo en este momento al escribir. Ver sentada a Sofía en su taburete frente al teclado, ataviada con su vestido rosa que tanto le gustaba y la tiara de rosas…
Ven γ pɑɾticipɑ que ɑún estɑ́s ɑ tiempo Unɑ imɑgen vɑle mɑ́s que mil pɑlɑbɾɑs
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Títulos: CoolText y [pentagrama](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
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Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
A girl sits on a wooden chair, playing the violin, placing her fingers on the fretless fingerboard, while her other hand strokes the strings with the bow. Her face, adorned with freckles, with her eyes closed, concentrated on the magical notes. The girl is wearing a blue dress whose skirt is made of tulle. Beautiful curly hair and bare feet posing on the horizontal bolsters of the chair (right and left).
Perhaps, she is playing Brahms' Lullaby or “lullaby” as we commonly know it. Melody which she has learned by heart, because she had been listening to it since before her birth.
The small fingers of her tender left hand were beginning to have the strength to properly press each string. I remember when she started with the recorder DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, over and over again until one day she delighted me with “Los Pollitos say pio, pio, pio,…”, she had improved coordination and vocalization. Beautiful moments of being a dad.
There are memories that hurt and others that fill us and brighten our day. This week's image has moved me... I return to the past and it is as if I were living it at this moment when writing. Seeing Sofía sitting on her stool in front of her keyboard, dressed in her pink dress that she liked so much and the rose tiara...
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
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Image: pixabay
CoolText and [staff](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
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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
CRÉDITOS:
Imágenes: Pixabay
Títulos: CoolText y [pentagrama](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
Dedicɑdo ɑ todos ɑquellos que contɾibuγen, díɑ ɑ díɑ, ɑ hɑceɾ de nuestɾo plɑnetɑ, un mundo mejoɾ.
A girl sits on a wooden chair, playing the violin, placing her fingers on the fretless fingerboard, while her other hand strokes the strings with the bow. Her face, adorned with freckles, with her eyes closed, concentrated on the magical notes. The girl is wearing a blue dress whose skirt is made of tulle. Beautiful curly hair and bare feet posing on the horizontal bolsters of the chair (right and left).
Perhaps, she is playing Brahms' Lullaby or “lullaby” as we commonly know it. Melody which she has learned by heart, because she had been listening to it since before her birth.
The small fingers of her tender left hand were beginning to have the strength to properly press each string. I remember when she started with the recorder DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, over and over again until one day she delighted me with “Los Pollitos say pio, pio, pio,…”, she had improved coordination and vocalization. Beautiful moments of being a dad.
There are memories that hurt and others that fill us and brighten our day. This week's image has moved me... I return to the past and it is as if I were living it at this moment when writing. Seeing Sofía sitting on her stool in front of her keyboard, dressed in her pink dress that she liked so much and the rose tiara...
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
CREDITS:
Image: pixabay
CoolText and [staff](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
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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.
A girl sits on a wooden chair, playing the violin, placing her fingers on the fretless fingerboard, while her other hand strokes the strings with the bow. Her face, adorned with freckles, with her eyes closed, concentrated on the magical notes. The girl is wearing a blue dress whose skirt is made of tulle. Beautiful curly hair and bare feet posing on the horizontal bolsters of the chair (right and left).
Perhaps, she is playing Brahms' Lullaby or “lullaby” as we commonly know it. Melody which she has learned by heart, because she had been listening to it since before her birth.
The small fingers of her tender left hand were beginning to have the strength to properly press each string. I remember when she started with the recorder DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, over and over again until one day she delighted me with “Los Pollitos say pio, pio, pio,…”, she had improved coordination and vocalization. Beautiful moments of being a dad.
There are memories that hurt and others that fill us and brighten our day. This week's image has moved me... I return to the past and it is as if I were living it at this moment when writing. Seeing Sofía sitting on her stool in front of her keyboard, dressed in her pink dress that she liked so much and the rose tiara...
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
CREDITS:
Image: pixabay
CoolText and [staff](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆****🔆
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
A girl sits on a wooden chair, playing the violin, placing her fingers on the fretless fingerboard, while her other hand strokes the strings with the bow. Her face, adorned with freckles, with her eyes closed, concentrated on the magical notes. The girl is wearing a blue dress whose skirt is made of tulle. Beautiful curly hair and bare feet posing on the horizontal bolsters of the chair (right and left).
Perhaps, she is playing Brahms' Lullaby or “lullaby” as we commonly know it. Melody which she has learned by heart, because she had been listening to it since before her birth.
The small fingers of her tender left hand were beginning to have the strength to properly press each string. I remember when she started with the recorder DO-RE-MI-FA-Sol-LA-SI…, over and over again until one day she delighted me with “Los Pollitos say pio, pio, pio,…”, she had improved coordination and vocalization. Beautiful moments of being a dad.
There are memories that hurt and others that fill us and brighten our day. This week's image has moved me... I return to the past and it is as if I were living it at this moment when writing. Seeing Sofía sitting on her stool in front of her keyboard, dressed in her pink dress that she liked so much and the rose tiara...
Come ɑnd pɑɾticipɑte becɑuse γou still hɑve, time A Pictuɾe Is Woɾth A Thousɑnd Woɾds
CREDITS:
Image: pixabay
CoolText and [staff](Imagen PNG de es.pngtree.com/)
Dedicɑted to ɑll those poets who contɾibute, dɑγ bγ dɑγ, to mɑke ouɾ plɑnet ɑ betteɾ woɾld.
