A PETITES MAINS, PETITS COUTS - SMALL HANDS, SMALL COST

                                                    JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE


                                      Amusant d'avoir 5 ans dans les ateliers de Delhi :

                                          Toutes petites mains d'un peu plus grands

                                     Assis par terre, nous découpons des sacs de riz

                                           Qui serviront à nourrir d'autres enfants.

                                            Réjouissant d'avoir 10 ans au Ghâna :

                                       A découvert, dans cette poubelle de l'occident,

                                    Nous déambulons un sac plastique au bout du bras

                                    Et devenons les éboueurs de vos déchets polluants.

                                          Grisant d'avoir 12 ans en Caroline du Sud :

                                    Dans les fermes agricoles, les journées sont rudes .

                                     Cependant, pour une famille mexicaine immigrée,

                                       La valeur n'attend pas le nombre des années !

                                   Combien de temps encore avant de porter les habits

                                            Confectionnés par nos propres petits ?





 MY TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH :   SMALL HANDS, SMALL COST.



                                                            HAPPY BIRTHDAY

 

                                         Amusing to have 5 years in the workshops of Delhi

                                                 Small hands of children little more big 

                                                We cut, sat on the ground, bags of rice

                                                 Which will serve to feed other children.

                                                  Gratifying to have 10 years at Ghana:

                                               At open sky, in the dustbin from the west,

                                              We roam a plastic bag in the end of our arm

                                       And become the garbage men of your polluting waste.

                                          Exhilarating to be 12 years old in South Carolina:

                                               In agricultural farms, the days are rough.

                                             However, for a  immigrant Mexican family,

                                           The value does not wait for the number of years!

                                                    How long before wearing clothes

                                                       Made by our own children?

L'ART DE L'ENFANCE - THE ART OF CHILDHOOD

                                            CHUT.....BEBE DORT......


                                     Il serre ses petits poings en dormant

                                      Comme c'est touchant et pourtant,

                                         De quoi peuple-t-il ses rêves ?

                                        Il trie, il classe en parfait élève :

                                    Les sons, les mouvements des lèvres,

                                    Les lumières et les apparitions brèves.

                                      Toutes choses qu'il doit apprendre

                                      Dans l'urgence.........sans attendre

                                            Car pour mériter de naître,

                                     Il faut se montrer digne de ses maîtres.

                                     Le lait n'est  pas gratuit....

                                                    ........Le sait-il le petit chéri ?



 MY TRANSLATION

Hush!
                                      HUSH.. ... BABY SLEEPING ......
 

                                   He squeezes his small fists by sleeping

                                      How touching and nevertheless 
                
                                  With what does he populate his dreams ?

                                He sorts out , he classifies in a perfect pupil :

                                       Sounds, movements of the lips,

                                    The lights and the brief appearances.

                                       All things which he has to learn

                                     In the urgency...... without waiting 

                                        Because to merit to be born,

                          It is necessary to show itself deserving of his masters.

                                 The milk is not free ....

                                          ....... Does he know it the little darling?