The goat and its frayed cloak
poem by Friedrich Güll translated and recreated by Ruth Salles “O goat bale! The goat howls! His frayed cloak who…
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Animals
the little horse
poem by Hedwig Diestel translated and recreated by Ruth Salles blackboard drawing by teacher Patrícia Rosiane. There it goes…
The hamster and his house
poem by Ruth Salles The face and the paws: the shovels that dig. The short nails dig into the dirt; thin…
The hare and his party
poem by Ruth Salles Run, the hare runs in the forest. He wants a good party to be celebrated.
Woodpecker
poem by Ruth Salles Madrugada, in the woods you can already hear the beat: bica-bica, pica-pica, tambourines the woodpecker.
kingfisher
poem by Ruth Salles Kingfisher, flying, flying, it lands on the branch and waits until the fish appears in the river…
Hummingbird
poem by Ruth Salles “My little pout, curved like an oriental saber, knows how to find good finds in the flowers of…
Rufous Hornero
poem by Ruth Salles Watercolor by Mônica Stein Aguiar, João-de-barro kneads clay into tiny balls, gathers manure, gathers mane,…
Will it be capybara?
poem by Ruth Salles On its hind legs sitting on the floor, it's not a puppy. What then?
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