El siroco

El siroco es un poema que podemos encontrar dentro del libro El Tayero de la escritora Pepa Aurora.
Lo hemos querido incorporar en esta serie, para poner en valor una literatura que en un momento determinado quiso situar los contenidos canarios en el centro de la acción pedagógica y tuvo un gran valor para muchos docentes canarios.

Te propongo estas dos versiones, para que puedas jugar y disfrutar del poema de Pepa Aurora, El siroco

0:12 Introducción
0:40 El siroco - Versión Original
2:04 El siroco - Versión 1 

Episode Transcript

(00:00):
And I saw we go with anew poem from the workshop of Pepa Aurora,

(00:18):
a book that had a lot ofintention when it was published and when
Pepa Aurora wrote it, she saidI find myself in the books that speaks
of snow here does not deny,that speaks of hail, little hail in
the south of her island, ofGran Canaria, and she says why we
will not explain to the children whatthe cirocus is and that is why she

(00:39):
wrote this poem. The ciroco alreadyblows the ciroco wind, dry crazy wind,
the giant rubber that transforms the greenand erases everything with breaths of death.
Is the ciroco blowing wind, drycrazy wind? You thin and dry

(01:04):
the frogs mute the water, hidethe frogs, already blows the ciroco wind,
dry crazy wind? The slopes shinewith the tears tobacco that iris yellow
the valley already blows the ciroco drywind crazy wind? The birds look out

(01:30):
with soft blinds and enjoy the shadeof elegant palm, already blows the ciroco
dry wind mad wind? Already angeredthe stick of humble, silent and incense
the ravine with his fetid breath.Has the ciroco dry wind gone mad wind?

(01:53):
More left to the breeze the friendwho at dawn washes with cares the
earthy houses of ferro oa, thefried crazy wind, the giant rubber that

(02:15):
transforms the green and erases everything withbreaths of death. Already soup to the
fixed dry wind red wind, slimmingpool and dries the frogs mute, the
water hides the frogs already I amright and perfect in judas. The hillsides

(02:39):
shine with the tears that yellow iris. The valley is already blowing the dry
wind ciropla veen to loco. Thebirds look out with soft blinds and enjoy
the shade of elegant Palma and partnerwinds. Humble' s stick is already

(03:07):
angry, quiet and incense the ravinewith its fetid breath. The ciroco wind
is gone dry crazy wind. Moreleft the Brisa, the friend who at
dawn washed with caress the earthy housem m