Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Poetic Organ Grinder and His Puppet

There was a poetic group in the club last Sunday. It reminds me my childhood when my mother and I used to go downtown  and there was an organ grinder and his parrot. But this time there is no parrot but a puppet. The Muppet chose a piece of paper and I read the poem while a guy plays an accordion. I read the poem and people got around to listen to the poem. The poem is The Guests by the Brazilian poet Mário Quintana. I took only one picture because I was so delighted that I forgot to take much more.

Enjoy!


The guests by Mário Quintana

This life is a strange inn
From where we almost always go away wildly
Because our suitcases are never packed
And our bill is never paid on time...


8 comments:

  1. Love the poem. What a great day out!

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    1. Hello Molly! Nice to see you! Yes, we had lots of fun there and I love puppets very much!

      Cheers, Sandra

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  2. Hello Sandra, a beautiful poem!
    also the picture I hope you had a nice day
    Tomorrow I wish a beautiful day.
    Love a groetje of Christiene ......

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  3. Hi Christine! Nice to see you. I'm glad you liked the poem.
    Wishing you a lovely Wednesday!

    Sandra

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  4. I'm glad you took a photo and have shared your time at the club. The group are very creative. The puppet is entertaining and it's a good way to enjoy poetry. The poem is interesting. Have a lovely day!

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    1. Thank you Linda! I enjoy puppets very much and I always use finger puppets in class. Wishing you a lovely day!

      Sandra

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  5. A lovely poem, sounds like a fun day out.

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  6. Thank you mamasmercantile! I love puppets very much!

    Sandra

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