My child goes to sleep with his eyes closed like goldfinches sleep on rooftops.
The rose of the rose bushes goes to sleep.
My child goes to sleep because it is late.
I was a boy who dreamed of a cardboard horse. The boy opened his eyes and the horse did not see.
With a white horse the boy dreamed again; and by the mane he took it… Now you won't escape! Barely had it caught, the boy woke up. I had a clenched fist. The horse flew!
What are you taking me!
Where are your ears ?
Rocking horse, do not bite me!…
Don't step on me with your wheels!
¡Arre! Come on! Run! ¡Arrea!
I don't want any more wooden horses!