Una nube grande como un elefante<\/p>\n\n\n\n
va dejando huellas de algod\u00f3n<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n si se juntan forman un sombrero<\/p>\n\n\n\n y si se estiran son un juego <\/p>\n\n\n\n que parece un acorde\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n una marioneta que anda en bicicleta<\/p>\n\n\n\n y un equilibrista hecho de arroz <\/p>\n\n\n\n personajes de un cuento que el viento<\/p>\n\n\n\n al soplar pinta en el cielo <\/p>\n\n\n\n para mi y para vos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Magos, trapecistas, bailarinas<\/p>\n\n\n\n giran enred\u00e1ndose<\/p>\n\n\n\n en lo alto suele haber historias para todos<\/p>\n\n\n\n los que quieran animarse a ver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n un osito blanco, un terr\u00f3n de az\u00facar<\/p>\n\n\n\n una flor de sal y un colibr\u00ed <\/p>\n\n\n\n son los personajes en el cuento<\/p>\n\n\n\n que al soplar escribe el viento<\/p>\n\n\n\n para vos y para mi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n (Mirando las nubes veo formas que se forman porque s\u00ed).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Si un conejo alado salta muy contento<\/p>\n\n\n\n se convierte en un cerezo en flor <\/p>\n\n\n\n Se desarma como lo hace el panadero<\/p>\n\n\n\n suave terciopelo te dar\u00e1 cosquillas en el coraz\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Donde haya nubes las ver\u00e1s bailando<\/p>\n\n\n\n son las figuritas en el cuadro<\/p>\n\n\n\n que al azar se va pintando<\/p>\n\n\n\n son reflejos de tu imaginaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Magos trapecistas, bailarinas<\/p>\n\n\n\n giran enred\u00e1ndose<\/p>\n\n\n\n en lo alto suele haber historias, <\/p>\n\n\n\n para todos los que quieran descubrirlas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00bfQui\u00e9n dibuja todas esas maravillas?<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00bfQui\u00e9n inventa historias con vapor ?<\/p>\n\n\n\n creo que se trata de una brisa<\/p>\n\n\n\n que comienza en tu sonrisa<\/p>\n\n\n\n y que llega hasta el sol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Solo hace falta detenerse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pronto las ver\u00e1s aparecer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There’s a cloud as big as an elephant<\/p>\n\n\n\n leaving cotton footprints in the sky<\/p>\n\n\n\n when they gather they can write your name<\/p>\n\n\n\n and when they stretch they play a game<\/p>\n\n\n\n that looks just like a butterfly playing with a fried that\u00b4s made of snow that the tender wind is painting <\/p>\n\n\n\n jus for me and you to know spinning softly up up on us<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are always fa<\/strong>sinating stories in the heaven”<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Waiting for who care to stop and STARE<\/strong> If a winged rabbit jumps with joy and glee If there’s any cloud, I know I’ll see them dancing. Masters jugglers dancers playing dreaming, Who draws all of these wonders in a painted heaven? So the only thing you need is wait, <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Letra de la canci\u00f3n historias de algod\u00f3n del proyecto musical infantil Zucudnum. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":90,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,8],"tags":[12,13],"class_list":["post-43","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-letras","category-poesia","tag-iinfantil","tag-zucundum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=43"}],"version-history":[{"count":15,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2969,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/43\/revisions\/2969"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/90"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=43"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=43"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pablolocane.com\/notas\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=43"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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There’s a Pup<\/strong>pet rid<\/strong>ing on a mo<\/strong>torcy<\/strong>cle,<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Characters from stories in the heaven <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ma<\/strong>sters Jug<\/strong>glers | dancer<\/strong>s | playing | dreaming<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Little Teddy Bear, sugar cube so sweet,
flower made of salt, or hummingbird.
Characters from stories in the heaven
that the playful wind is painting just for me and you to see.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
turns into a cherry blossom tree.
Then it falls apart just like a puff dandelion.
Softly, velvet\u2019s gonna give you a sweet and lovely tickle to your heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They are tiny figures in the painting.
Each stroke becomes a mirror,
a reflection of an image of your own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
spinning softly up on us.
There are always fascinating stories in the heaven,
waiting for who dare (care) to stop and stare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Who can write stories made of none?
I think it is a warm and gentle breeze
that rises from your smiling lips and reaches to the sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wait until you see them start to play.<\/p>\n<\/details>\n\n\n\n