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A special poetry

This year we have seen in class several poems about spring, but has now come to class a very special, written by the grandfather of Naomi and collected in a book of poetry. Naomi's grandfather used in his compositions a pseudonym , see if you see it:

In April, spring is

is April is Spring

clouds pile up,

way to the bottom of the era,

seems they want to come all together,

to break the timid sun that delights us.

There's some background!,

seems that Negrea,

will bring water to the condemned,

be that this is the conspiracy,

way to the bottom of the era.

second thought is for you, is Spring.

But

cold weather we have,

clouds, water, and so shy the sun,

Jove!, like snow.

Funny

time in April,

how to assimilate into my head,

do not know if sun, cloud,

or wetting the streets with your rain,

or perhaps meet with his white coat,

horizontal all of this land.

the end of the day is usual,

is April, is Spring.

DONY AHAN