Esther Ortega

New York, New York

Esther was born in Havana, Cuba to Pedro Lage and Italica Fernandez. She married with Nicanor Ortega, May 31 1968 (ed.) Elem. School, High School. Havana University; Dr. of Philosophy and Letters, (1961), Piano teacher, graduated at conservatory of Music in Havana Cuba, working in both fields by competition. Master degree of Sciences, Long Island University, Brooklyn Center. School teacher at Secondary Schools, New York (occ.) Spanish Teacher in Secondary Schools in New York for competition. Retiree Teacher (memb.) The National Library of PoetryÕs Spanish publications: Brujula Compas, Anthologia de Francisco Henriquez Miami, Cuba ÒLos poetas delÕexodoÓ, Poet from the exodus, The Inter-American Editor Miami, Spanish and American Link, Cultural Society New York. ÒThe InformationÓ Prof: Emilio Martinez Paula Texas (Huston), (hon.) Poetry Awards as: Diplomas, Certificates, others, others writes: Spanish Magazines, her three poetry books: Two in Spanish: luz y sombra (Light and Dark) 1988; ÒLuna en ScorpioÓ 1994 ÒMoon in ScorpioÓ, and by now: Leaves in the windÓ in English 1996. Analice the immaterial being today; The great mistake. New York.

The blossom and the butterflies

Meanwhile the rose bud is beginning to open
showing up the beautiful shades of porcelain
the sunrise also now, is appearing splendid,
there and here, again, throw the enormous sky.

Each cloud seems to follow something up very high,
offering like a cloak in its cottony brightness,
the breeze touching the pure, the delicate blossom
while the fragile butterfly sips its nectar very anxious,
as a kiss given so, through its fluttery fly.

At night don't get out my child...

The sky is becoming gray
with clouds color of ashes,
a girl forgot her pink ribbons
around the shores of the lake.

I donÕt know if was my love
or may be her deep candor,
but to the church I take you
to pray humble to our Lord.

In the well a bright star
fell into the profound bottom,
the crow sensing something happened
in a tall tree shelter sought.

Quite far, but close by the mountains
have been seen wolves walk fast,
and round the dangerous gore
the shepherd has lost a lamb.

Around the shores of the lake
my girl a ribbon forgot,
I donÕt know why she is so shy,
and wanting nothing to talk.

To the church I bring her go,
up there by the weekend,
and will be back the happy days,
to cheerful my child face.

Pictures of Nature

The bell tower in the chapel
rings seven times to town,
and the evening,
in the beautiful sundown.

How graceful the bird is moving
on the branch of the orange tree,
and looking below I can see
a mother cat with its kittens

Come to admire how gets lost
the river behind the hill,
why the round face of the moon
show up among the spruces
telling the pine grove
it will be away near dawn.

And how lonely do I feel
when the stars come out to shine,
the night veil is fully now
with thousand and thousand sights
How pretty is the country night
knitting the skies with the stars.