Queen victoria:
Poema publicado el 19 de Mayo de 2011
Once upon a time a palace ...called Crystal Palace!!
Made up of glasses and cast iron.......
In Hyde Park ,where sometimes sun appeared....
as rainbow on Crystal Palace!!
From Crystal Palace to Albert Hall an old woman remembered...
Those streets with fog and gas lighting !!
Horses and carriages!!!
Or more years... Whitechapel in the papers.. jack the Ripper´s murders.
It was London of the nineteenth century!!
And ladies wearing long dresses,when she came to Argentina.
Faded glory..education,welfare and industry..
Science and arts of the past..as flowers of the grounds.
when the times of railways...was a romantic world!!And she read Lord Byron....
To be or not to be was not the question in the times she lived there close to Kensington...
And birds flied from tree to tree with the wind of april..
An old woman remembered..those days as a child
there in Saint James´,all green and crowded..
Grey clouds and a smile of a lady ,with eyes of heaven and tied hairdo, on a carriage
pulled by horses ..slowly passing.
As a fairy tale in reality the glamour was present,
she was Her Majesty Queen Victoria and Albert.
She was called like your mother!!!
And behind the cavalry trooping the colour, as the sun broke those clouds,
some rays reached her path of royalty,entering the gate of Buckingham palace.
The first monarch to live there,although it was 1851in her mind, after seconds of doubt !!
Future ancestors of the Royals of Spain,Norway and Russia..
Sweeden,Greece,Germany and Romania!!
Till the end of reign in the isle of wight, she was the Queen,
in Britannia and beyond the seas,Commonwealth
of the victorian age....and her memories God saves!!!Copyright2011-Juan José de Celis
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Poema publicado el 19 de Mayo de 2011
Once upon a time a palace ...called Crystal Palace!!
Made up of glasses and cast iron.......
In Hyde Park ,where sometimes sun appeared....
as rainbow on Crystal Palace!!
From Crystal Palace to Albert Hall an old woman remembered...
Those streets with fog and gas lighting !!
Horses and carriages!!!
Or more years... Whitechapel in the papers.. jack the Ripper´s murders.
It was London of the nineteenth century!!
And ladies wearing long dresses,when she came to Argentina.
Faded glory..education,welfare and industry..
Science and arts of the past..as flowers of the grounds.
when the times of railways...was a romantic world!!And she read Lord Byron....
To be or not to be was not the question in the times she lived there close to Kensington...
And birds flied from tree to tree with the wind of april..
An old woman remembered..those days as a child
there in Saint James´,all green and crowded..
Grey clouds and a smile of a lady ,with eyes of heaven and tied hairdo, on a carriage
pulled by horses ..slowly passing.
As a fairy tale in reality the glamour was present,
she was Her Majesty Queen Victoria and Albert.
She was called like your mother!!!
And behind the cavalry trooping the colour, as the sun broke those clouds,
some rays reached her path of royalty,entering the gate of Buckingham palace.
The first monarch to live there,although it was 1851in her mind, after seconds of doubt !!
Future ancestors of the Royals of Spain,Norway and Russia..
Sweeden,Greece,Germany and Romania!!
Till the end of reign in the isle of wight, she was the Queen,
in Britannia and beyond the seas,Commonwealth
of the victorian age....and her memories God saves!!!Copyright2011-Juan José de Celis
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