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Big Brother

Alvaro Castro
He was the 18-year-old boy from Ecuador
I was 2 then
He stayed with us for a year
I remember his snow smile
his too much sun skin
He was almost as tall as Daddy
and just as handsome

Do you hear it?
The brown
honey-plucking music
that gently shakes the air?
The kind that makes you feel warm,
but makes you want to cry?
It's Alvaro,
singing softly to his guitar
about a girl back home
That is what my parents tell me,
that he left his girlfriend at the equator
His voice is warm and young
in a language like pebbles in a stream
Alvaro
who played hocky in a driveway on a hill
who taught a little girl to play with a stick and a puck
Alvaro
Mi hermano mayor para doce meses.

Author notes

This actually didn't start out as a poem, but I think it turned out alright. Enjoy!
Written January 19th, 2005

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  • tsarina
    July 30, 2005
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    like guitar music!!

    Hi Marina!

    I love your description of the guitar. I would have never thought of all this. I remember when you were talking about how you really wanted to play hockey with Alvaro, and finally you got your way. The background goes perfectly with the poem. I can't make out the spanish closing of the poem. all I can make out is 'my brother'.

    Your Little Sister,

    pink yoda

  • Senshaij
    January 27, 2005
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    Hey! I remember that guy! You were telling Ethan and me... I don't think Jay was there yet... about him... and how he used to live in the basement... and... Look! There was his guitar... Anyway... Now I know his name... Like Maia said... That Spanish phrase at the end... Great idea... really does tie the whole thing together with the repetition of Alvaro's name... Hey! I can actually read the phrase... and I take Latin... lol... Okay, now I'm losing it... Anyway... Great job Marina! Awesome!

    ~PS~

    I'm Stuck In A Pile Of Pooh... I Meant WINNIE The Pooh...


  • Dime Candy
    January 27, 2005
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    Excellent

    Marina,
    This poem was absolutely gorgeous. It really portrays an experience you had in your life that seems to have altered a lot of your personality. I loved the addition of the Spanish phrase at the end; it added your own little personal, unique touch. It truly intertwined esquisitely with the rest of the stanzas. Superb job. There was just the right amount of metaphor and a tempo that was unregulated by hasty rhyme. Amazing.
    -Maia