THE HUMAN VOICE

POEMS
His sour voice
wakes me up every morning
in a noisy way
I hate it

By ROSALÍA Justo
She sang,
and happily danced
inspired
like a beautiful morning

He mumbled
and also recited
beautiful words
around the world

VEGA Sobral
He spoke slowly,
like whispered gently.
His voice was soft,
quiet an mellow.

By MARÍA Fernández
I bought a game,
I thought it would be fun,
but the voice has destroyed me,
now I am dissappointed.

By BRUNO Nunes
He speaks softly,
he cries in silence
his smile is nervous,
why so perfect?
 
By IRENE Davila
 
 
 
 
The wind, what is the wind?
The voice from Heaven.
The voice, what is the voice?
The air dancing.
 
By MARÍA Rincón
I hear his voice
sweet and powerful
like a strange noise
inside of me
 
By ÁNXELA Mellid
While I think
I hear your voice
tender and warm
in my heart
 
By MARÍA Montoto
In the deep forest
cries were heard,
sung by angels
who quickly escaped.
 
She mumbles without stopping,
her nervous voice
hits me and
makes me cry
 
By CARLA Rosales
A voice shouted something
I couldn’t understand,
but I know now
that it wasn’t good.
 
By CANDELA García
 
In the black days
when I don’t want to do anything
I listen to you,
And my day takes color.
 
Your voice is unique,
no one has the same as yours,
it can be sharp or deep,
but with it, you can do amazing things.
 
By PAULA Fariña
In that calm river,
where the fish speak
in a low voice,
the soft sea whistling.
 
By RODRIGO Gómez
 
A mellow voice when you sing
A soft voice when you speak
A loud voice when you scream
Your voice is the sweetest thing.

By PAULA Arribas
 
She sang to the moon
With a magnificent voice
To the moon
So big and brilliant.
 
By MENCÍA Riobó
 
She sings
with her daughter on a stage.
Her sweet voice
attracts everyone.
 
By PAULA Suárez
I think I can see you
Are you behind the tree?
Go on singing
so that I can find you.
 
By SARA Penas
The baby cried loudly
Why? I didn’t know
His voice was strange
all night, he didn’t stop.
 
By INÉS Romero
 
In the spring the flowers sing
in the summer the sun shouts
in the fall the leaves hum
in the winter the snow is soft.
 
By IRENE Alonso
 
She talked very clear
but they didn’t understand
then, she started shouting
and they became quiet.
 
By CLAUDIA Durán
 
She wispered words,
while she was crying,
she was quiet,
and very scared.
 
By LOLA de la Torre
 
 
 
Listen to that sound,
a quiet voice.
Is singing softly
beautiful like the rain.
 
 
Voices everywhere,
mumbling in the air.
Loud, mellow, raspy voices
floating in the sky.
 
By RODRIGO Heredia
 
She was singing a song
while I was studying
Where you are, ear muffs?
When I mostly need you.
 
By NURIA García
 
While I was playing with Royce,
in the bedroom,
we heard a voice.
It was scary and loud.
 
By DAVID García
He is shy, his voice is soft
when he sings he believes he is in heaven
it never comes out raspy or hoarse
it is like a beautiful day in fall
 
By MEDHANIT Pereira
All she heard
were whispers
of voices complaining.
It was all sadness.

She sang with her sweet voice

until the sunrise.
When the Sun turned off
her voice became rough.
 
By CANDELA Muras
 
I remember when I was young
I used to love singing songs
I had fun when I got home
humming my compositions.
 
By ELÍAS Budiño
 
The voice,
the instrument inside you.
It can be a whisper
or a loud shout.
 
By SABELA Moares
You were crying, I asked you why.
You told me you were sad,
because of your rude voice,
also because you were alone.
 
Everything was quiet,
nobody crying, nobody laughing.
When the sun appeared,
my mellow voice started to sing.
 
By PAULA Rodríguez
 Once upon a time
There was an opera singer
who stood on the stage
feeling weightless.
 
By ALICIA Pintos
 
Her voice was sweet
While she whispered
and even while shouting
it sounded soft
 
By ALEJANDRA Pérez
 
 
 
His sweet voice
reminds me of summer,
but his blue eyes
take me to winter.
 
By EUGENIA Coll
 
 
In the daunted house,
there is a voice.
Nervous and shouting,
the strange voice.
 
By ANTÍA Riveiro
 
The magic voice
The one I love the most
Clean like the rain
And as bright as today’s sun
 
By ALBA Freijeiro
 
 
 
 
Her name was the trigger word
The thing that damaged my vocal cords
It was our internal wars
They hurt my head and my voice
It´s so difficult when you have no choice
She was the reason why I quitted the choir
I stopped singing to be quiet
Then she broke my heart in her final riot
So I had to become my life´s pilot
 
MATEO Monteagudo
 
 
 
His voice is lovely
it makes me feel peaceful.
It calms me down
and makes my days better.
 
By ESTELA Castro
The voice is beautiful
like a butterfly
that flies without stopping
and makes many ears happy
 
By RODRIGO López