Cultural Day Tribute to Valdelomar.
º Peruvian writer. He was born in Ica on April 27, 1888, died in Ayacucho on 3 November 1919.
91 years have passed sense the writer's death Ica
Valdelomar Abraham Pinto, poets, writers, young students and cultural institutions were taxed Ica emotional tribute on Abraham Valdelomar Plaza, from 9.00 am to 7.00 pm, it was see exhibits: books of the late writer, photo exhibition "Valdelomar and steps", the writers presented topics on life and work of poet Ica, among those who participated: Ramón Rojas, Luis Codarlupo, Joel Muñoz García, Javier Marin Girao, Miguel Sevillano Díaz, José Vásquez Peña, Alberto Benavides Ganoza, César Panduro.Al end of the Cultural Day attendees recited the poem in unison Valdelomar Abraham. Tristitia
My childhood was sweet, serene, sad and lonely
slipped into the peace of a remote village
between the gentle sound with a wave
dying and painful ring an old bell. Dábame
sea of \u200b\u200bmelancholy note;
the sky, the serene stillness of its beauty,
kissing my mother a sweet joy
death of the sun and a vague sadness.
blue In the morning, on waking, I felt
the song of the waves like a melody
and then blow denser, perfumed from the sea.
What he told me, even my soul remains;
my father was quiet and my mother was sad and joy
nobody knew how to teach ...
91 years have passed sense the writer's death Ica
Valdelomar Abraham Pinto, poets, writers, young students and cultural institutions were taxed Ica emotional tribute on Abraham Valdelomar Plaza, from 9.00 am to 7.00 pm, it was see exhibits: books of the late writer, photo exhibition "Valdelomar and steps", the writers presented topics on life and work of poet Ica, among those who participated: Ramón Rojas, Luis Codarlupo, Joel Muñoz García, Javier Marin Girao, Miguel Sevillano Díaz, José Vásquez Peña, Alberto Benavides Ganoza, César Panduro.Al end of the Cultural Day attendees recited the poem in unison Valdelomar Abraham. Tristitia My childhood was sweet, serene, sad and lonely
slipped into the peace of a remote village
between the gentle sound with a wave
dying and painful ring an old bell. Dábame
sea of \u200b\u200bmelancholy note;
the sky, the serene stillness of its beauty,
kissing my mother a sweet joy
death of the sun and a vague sadness.
blue In the morning, on waking, I felt
the song of the waves like a melody
and then blow denser, perfumed from the sea.
What he told me, even my soul remains;
my father was quiet and my mother was sad and joy
nobody knew how to teach ...
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