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"content": "Most beautiful Spanish poem ever written <br>Nanas de la cebolla" Is a poem by the Spanish poet Miguel Hernández during Spanish civil war. Miguel hernandez died in Prison while the poem was written to his child and his wife who were starving and only had onions to eat<br>Song performed by Alberto Cortez and Manuel Serrat<br><br><br><br>Onion Lullabies:<br><br>The onion is frost<br>shut in and poor.<br>Frost of your days<br>and of my nights.<br>Hunger and onion,<br>black ice and frost<br>large and round.<br><br>My little boy<br>was in hunger's cradle.<br>He was nursed<br>on onion blood.<br>But your blood<br>is frosted with sugar,<br>onion and hunger.<br><br>A dark woman<br>dissolved in moonlight<br>pours herself thread by thread<br>into the cradle.<br>Laugh, son,<br>you can swallow the moon<br>when you want to.<br><br>Lark of my house,<br>keep laughing.<br>The laughter in your eyes<br>is the light of the world.<br>Laugh so much<br>that my soul, hearing you,<br>will beat in space.<br><br>Your laughter frees me,<br>gives me wings.<br>It sweeps away my loneliness,<br>knocks down my cell.<br>Mouth that flies,<br>heart that turns<br>to lightning on your lips.<br><br>Your laughter is<br>the sharpest sword,<br>conqueror of flowers<br>and larks.<br>Rival of the sun.<br>Future of my bones<br>and of my love.<br><br>I woke up from childhood:<br>don't you wake up.<br>I have to frown:<br>always laugh.<br>Keep to your cradle,<br>defending laughter<br>feather by feather.<br><br>Yours is a flight so high,<br>so wide<br>that your body is a sky<br>newly born.<br>If only I could climb<br>to the origin<br>of your flight!<br><br>Eight months old you laugh<br>with five orange blossoms.<br>With five little<br>ferocities.<br>With five teeth<br>like five young<br>jasmine blossoms.<br><br>They will be the frontier<br>of tomorrow's kisses<br>when you feel your teeth<br>as weapons,<br>when you feel a flame<br>running toward your gums<br>driving toward the centre.<br><br>Fly away, son, on the double<br>moon of the breast:<br>it is saddened by onion,<br>you are satisfied.<br>Don't let go.<br>Don't find out what's happening,<br>or what goes on.<br><a href=\"https://annihilation.social/media/8a8cf909-30b1-4c14-9a35-a7c07bce49dd/Nanas%20de%20la%20cebolla%20%5BnD40OhDyDr0%5D.mp3?name=Nanas%20de%20la%20cebolla%20%5BnD40OhDyDr0%5D.mp3\" class='attachment'>Nanas de la cebolla.mp3</a>",
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"content": "Most beautiful Spanish poem ever written \r\nNanas de la cebolla\" Is a poem by the Spanish poet Miguel Hernández during Spanish civil war. Miguel hernandez died in Prison while the poem was written to his child and his wife who were starving and only had onions to eat\r\nSong performed by Alberto Cortez and Manuel Serrat\r\n\r\n\r\n\r\nOnion Lullabies:\r\n\r\nThe onion is frost\r\nshut in and poor.\r\nFrost of your days\r\nand of my nights.\r\nHunger and onion,\r\nblack ice and frost\r\nlarge and round.\r\n\r\nMy little boy\r\nwas in hunger's cradle.\r\nHe was nursed\r\non onion blood.\r\nBut your blood\r\nis frosted with sugar,\r\nonion and hunger.\r\n\r\nA dark woman\r\ndissolved in moonlight\r\npours herself thread by thread\r\ninto the cradle.\r\nLaugh, son,\r\nyou can swallow the moon\r\nwhen you want to.\r\n\r\nLark of my house,\r\nkeep laughing.\r\nThe laughter in your eyes\r\nis the light of the world.\r\nLaugh so much\r\nthat my soul, hearing you,\r\nwill beat in space.\r\n\r\nYour laughter frees me,\r\ngives me wings.\r\nIt sweeps away my loneliness,\r\nknocks down my cell.\r\nMouth that flies,\r\nheart that turns\r\nto lightning on your lips.\r\n\r\nYour laughter is\r\nthe sharpest sword,\r\nconqueror of flowers\r\nand larks.\r\nRival of the sun.\r\nFuture of my bones\r\nand of my love.\r\n\r\nI woke up from childhood:\r\ndon't you wake up.\r\nI have to frown:\r\nalways laugh.\r\nKeep to your cradle,\r\ndefending laughter\r\nfeather by feather.\r\n\r\nYours is a flight so high,\r\nso wide\r\nthat your body is a sky\r\nnewly born.\r\nIf only I could climb\r\nto the origin\r\nof your flight!\r\n\r\nEight months old you laugh\r\nwith five orange blossoms.\r\nWith five little\r\nferocities.\r\nWith five teeth\r\nlike five young\r\njasmine blossoms.\r\n\r\nThey will be the frontier\r\nof tomorrow's kisses\r\nwhen you feel your teeth\r\nas weapons,\r\nwhen you feel a flame\r\nrunning toward your gums\r\ndriving toward the centre.\r\n\r\nFly away, son, on the double\r\nmoon of the breast:\r\nit is saddened by onion,\r\nyou are satisfied.\r\nDon't let go.\r\nDon't find out what's happening,\r\nor what goes on.",
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