This is another of my father's poems. He was the true poet in our family. If you speak Spanish and are interested in more of his poetry, read, 'Las Tartanas, ' and ' El Regalito.' My Dad was always quick to the point. He would say a lot in very few words.
Los ricos aya en su casa,
Comen pan y caracoles.
Los pobres aya en la suya,
Nopalitos y frijoles.
translation, lose quite a bit.
The rich in their homes,
Eat bread and escargot.
The poor in theirs,
Cactus and beans.
Juan De Dios Olivarez...around 1959.
It's great that you and your father share names, and the love of beautiful words. ... now we know where your talent comes from!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I`m thinking that`s snails, so I would rather be poor. Your just as true as your dad