The dark colt. Story by Miguel Hernández for children

The story El Potro oscuro is a story written by the famous Spanish poet Miguel Hernández . He wrote it for his son Manolillo while in jail. As he had no paper to write, he wrote it on toilet paper and managed to pass it to a fellow prisoner, Eusebio Oca, who was entrusted with illustrating the story

The story El Potro oscuro is a story written by the famous Spanish poet Miguel Hernández. He wrote it for his son Manolillo while in jail. As he had no paper to write, he wrote it on toilet paper and managed to pass it to a fellow prisoner, Eusebio Oca, who was entrusted with illustrating the story.

The story of the Dark Foal is an ideal story to say good night to the children. You can read it before you go to sleep and discuss with your son how wonderful it can become ciudad the city of dreams , a place where all children rest, regardless of their origin, race, sex or age.Tale of the dark foal for the children

Once there was a dark foal. His name was Dark-Potion. Children were always taken to the Big City of Sleep.

They were taken every night. All the boys and girls wanted to ride on the Dark-Foal.

One night he found a child. The boy said:

- Take me, little horse, to the Great-City-of-Dream.

- Monta! said the Dark-Potro.

He mounted the boy, and they were galloping, galloping, galloping.

Soon they found a girl on the road. The girl said:

- Take me, little horse, to the Great-City-of-Dream.

- Mount by my side. said the boy.

The girl mounted, and they galloped, galloped, galloped.

Soon they found a white dog on the road. The white dog said: Gua - Guado, guado, guaguado! to the Great-City-of-Dream I want to go mounted.

- Monta! said the children.

He mounted the white dog, and they galloped, galloped, galloped.

Soon a black cat was found on the road. The black kitten said:

- Miaumido, miaumido, miaumido! to the great-City-of-Dream I want to go, which has already darkened.

- Monta! said the children and the white dog.

He mounted the black kitten, and they galloped, galloped, galloped.

Soon they found a gray squirrel on the road. The gray squirrel said:

- Take me, please, to the Great-City-of-Dream, where there is no pain or pain.

- Monta! said the children, the white dog and the black kitten.

He mounted the gray squirrel, and they galloped, galloped, galloped.

Galloping and galloping, made leagues and leagues on the way. Everyone was very happy. All sang, and sang, and sang. The boy said:

- Hurry, hurry, Dark-Foal, go faster.

But the Dark-Potion could not go fast. The Dark-Foal went slowly, slowly, slowly.

He had arrived at the Great-City-of-Dream. The children, the white dog, the black kitten and the gray squirrel were asleep.

Everyone was asleep when the Dark-Foal arrived in the Great-City-of-Dream.

Tale of the poet Miguel Hernández