“WHERE I AM FROM” POEMS By 2nd D (Bilingual Section)
WHERE I AM FROM I am from cloth smelling like flowers, from conditioner and sweetener. I am from the holiday house at the beach. Small, cozy, my little palace. I am from the beach breeze which freshened my summers. I'm from Sunday meetings and grandma's war stories, from Pérez and Iglesias. I'm from the family holidays and my uncle's good bye. From "Come on, study! and "Tidy your room! I'm from communions and weddings. I'm from my grandfather's beach. rice, cakes. From the childhood experiences my dad lived. The every hour my older sister spent studying, seeing all the pictures on the screen and from my family's help
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BY: LUCÍA PÉREZ
Where I'm From I am from the blue closets, from baby's shampoo and Nintendos I am from the swimming pools. (Frozen, giant, that felt like ice). I am from the avocado tree, with leaves as big as my hands. I'm from cooking like a chef and computers. From Gemma and Julio. I'm from the restaurants and watching movies. From “I love you! “ and “Let's go to the library!” I'm from nothing, I don't know anything. I'm from Alcorcón and Carvajal's Branch, croissants, hummus. From the xylophone my father made, The bike my grandpa rode to bring me breakfast. In the village's house pictures that keep awake our past. BY IRIS LOZANO
"Where I am from" poem I am from fishes From water and chlorine I am from the pool blue, light, dark I am from carbohydrates to get stronger I’m from Olivares and Massaguer From Abraham and Marimar I’m from the technology and apples From “leave the phone” and “study” I’m from azul grana I’m from Galicia and its green countryside Macdonald and sea food From the laughing and crying The jokes Lucía used to play Fourteen years together That will never leave me alone BY NURIA OLIVARES
"Where I am from" I am from the colorful slide, from “Goma Eva” and “Clips”. I am from the closet my grandma had black, wooden, that smelled like roses. I am from the pine my friend and I took care of. I am from taking care of my sister and picking up my brother, I am from Ana and Víctor. I am from the eyeglasses and from my father’s big t-shirts, from “Switch off the light!” and “Eat all the food!”. I am from religion and atheism. I am from Alcorcón and Merino’s family green beans, fried corn. From the death of my mum’s brother and the arm that my aunt lost working. I am from all the photos on my house wall, where all my memories are sleeping.
BY LAURA MERINO
Where I am from I am from cold winters From the orange juice and the milk with cereal I am from a common building in the city center smell of coffee, daisies and violets I am from red roses, which were carefully looked after by my grandmother I'm from sleeping with my brother and from the smell of the coffee in the mornings From Margarita and from Amy I am from the lunch and the family dinners From the "be careful" and the "you’re going to get hurt" I am from a religious family, who couldn't convince me! I am from a small house, a modest one as well My mum's food and my brother's pasta From the "Why we don't do this?" The family weekends watching a film The evenings at the park, looking at the album photos all together.
BY ROCĂ?O E. RUIZ
Where I am from
I am from the clocks and the minerals From the scientists and the artists I am from the yellow walls and alive portraits talkative, musical, comfortable. I am from the hibiscus, the cactus and pine trees, live memories from my holidays I’m from the Julians and the Mr Tomorrows From Aida and Dimas I’m from the singing instead of talking and fighting instead of disagreeing From the “you know you are older” and “Family, I bring you to the best places”
I’m from the most and the least religious I’m from Madrid, Valladolid and Valencia, a huge family sharing paellas From the poems and the magic places The death of my great grandfather, From wall pictures and posters memories saved, after all. BY SOFÍA SAURA
WHERE I AM FROM I am from the plants inside my house From pencils and rubbers I am from the balcony the old house had big, high and ancient . I am from lavanders and roses bright and beautiful I'm from '' Let's go to Madrid" and wondering around its old streets From Yolanda and Javier I'm from the film at night and the huge breakfast at the weekends I'm from atheist atmosphere and the lack of God representations I'm from Leรณn and Huelva branches coffee and gazpacho From the many times my mum lost her glasses The stories my dad told me when I couldn't sleep a board full of ole and new pictures reminding me of all my family stories.
BY CELIA ALONSO
WHERE I AM FROM I am from a football, From a piece of paper and a pencil. I am from the great backyard at my house, old, green, sunny all day long. I am from the upper forest in my town, so wide that you could spend all your time there. I’m from my uncle’s barbecues and jokes. From Encarna and Ismael. I’m from the friki ones and the relaxed ones. From “Don’t run” and “Be quiet”. I’m from the believers, Adan and Eva’s daughter. I’m from Alcorcón and Del Pozo’s branch. Figuelas, torrijas. From the tongue that my uncle almost lost. The lots of comics my uncle had. Looking at old and funny pictures. I’m from all those things and memories which made me who I am now.
BY CARLA D EL POZO
WHERE I AM FROM I am from the small pencil. From Fairy and Ariel. I am from the bedroom with lots of dolls pink, lovely, that smelled like sweets I am from daisy petals that bloomed in the Spanish bush I'm from the hooligans and the paella eaten on Sundays. From Cordula and Carlos, I'm from the Kardashians and the Jenners. From "be careful" and "don't worry". I'm from a goddess, who brought me luck. I'm from grandmother's house and Torrevieja's branch. Pancakes, and chocolate. From the motorbike a gipsy offered in change for me. The song my mother used to sing to me. A big box with old pictures at my grandma's house. That was all I needed.
BY DENISE OSO
Where I am from I am from new technological objects, from laptops and mobile phones. I am from the flat where I grew up brown, modern, and large. I am from red roses, whose petals are amazing. I´m from going to rural houses and visiting my hometown. From Domínguez and Rodríguez, I´m from the polite and crazy family. From incredible people and little princesses. I´m from Christian God. I´m from Alcorcón and Sevilla Branches, chocolate and pasta From the bad jokes played by my grandmother. The death of my incredible grandfather in my small village where I started to ride a bicycle And where all these things grew with me. BY SARA DOMÍNGUEZ
“WHERE I AM FROM”
I am from my lovely bed From Fairy and Dixan I am from the bedroom with lots of games messy, beautiful, tasting like strawberry candies I am from the pink petals a red and Spanish flower I’m from going on Sundays to my grandparents’ house and always staying together From Marga and Jose I’m from the going outside and playing football From “Don’t do that” and “Don’t worry” I’m from christianity, from God I’m from a hospital and Meléndez branch paella, pizza From the certification the king gave to my grandfather The scar of my cousin Albums that keep all those memories. BY ESTELA PIZARRO
where I’m from I am from my grandfather’s watch. From Converse trainers and Adidas. I am from the eight room flat old, small, but nice as well. I am from the sunflowers, that filled the field with their yellow. I’m from the call of my town in summer and the united family. From Santi and Lumi. I’m from atheists, nice people. I’m from the center of Madrid and from my great grandfather Domingo. From stew, crumbs. From the painting exhibitions for my father’s works. The movie shoots by my mother. Old albums, in where all those images are lying. BY LARA CASTAÑEDA
“Where I am from.” I am from Klimt, one of my favourite painters. From finger paint and watercolors. I am from the rainbows on the walls warm, cozy, soft. I am from poinsettias representing Christmas with its color. I’m from Sunday lunches and Merry Christmas! From Rosalía and Yolanda. I’m from the Back to Black and Rehab. From “I love you” and “How was your day?” I’m from atheism, “first see it, then believe it” I’m from France, Spain, the Czech Republic, croquettes and soup. From the time my mother travelled away from Monday to Friday. The time when my aunt lived in France. from pictures placed from top shelves to low ones. showing what love meant to us BY SAMBHALÁ M. AUZEILL .