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14. Me pasié con dos actrices:/ Cuando me vieron sin “blanca”,/ Una me dijo:- ¡Naranjas!/ La otra me dijo:- ¡Narices!
14. Me pasié con dos actrices:/ Cuando me vieron sin “blanca”,/ Una me dijo:- ¡Naranjas!/ La otra me dijo:- ¡Narices!

14. Me pasié con dos actrices:/ Cuando me vieron sin “blanca”,/ Una me dijo:- ¡Naranjas!/ La otra me dijo:- ¡Narices!

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  • 100 Original Woodcuts by Posada
Artist (Mexican, 1852 - 1913)
Date1947
ClassificationsPrint
MediumColor woodcut
Dimensions3 1/8 x 2 3/4 in.
Credit LineGift of Jack Lord
Object number1973.36
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
Yo por el pueblo trabajo,/ Viva la igualdad, ¡que viva!/ La igualdad…con los de arriba,/ Pero no con los de abajos. (69. Public Servant. I work for the people!/ Long live equality! Viva!/ Equality— with those who are above me,/ Never with those below.)
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
31. En política fué un zote/ Y me quedé sin un real…/ ¿Quién te manda zopilote/ Salirte al campo a volar?
31. En política fué un zote/ Y me quedé sin un real…/ ¿Quién te manda zopilote/ Salirte al campo a volar?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
32. Unrequited Love. You loved me!— So you told me./ Who was it who loved first?/ When I loved, you did not— /And now that you do, I do not.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
30. Hallowe’en Advice. Put no trust in people,/ They are treacherous in truth./ Well, me, I like the mad-caps/ They do not steal my very teeth!
30. Hallowe’en Advice. Put no trust in people,/ They are treacherous in truth./ Well, me, I like the mad-caps/ They do not steal my very teeth!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
60. Ghosts. They frighten! Don’t cross yourself!/ They moan! Midnight sounds!/ Again, Dead Man, do you follow me?/ Quiet yourself, my stomach!
60. Ghosts. They frighten! Don’t cross yourself!/ They moan! Midnight sounds!/ Again, Dead Man, do you follow me?/ Quiet yourself, my stomach!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
86. Monopolist. I raised the price of beans;/ I cornered the market on corn./ And where do you want to put/ The grim memories of me.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
35. Tú serías buen grabador/ Pero toda tu destreza/ No te libró de que fueras/ A la tumba de cabeza./ Sacude allí la pereza/ Y deja de ser lo antes/ Que aburrías a los marchantes,/ T ahora en tu sepulcro labra/ Con buriles elegantes/ En tu obsequio una palabra.
35. Tú serías buen grabador/ Pero toda tu destreza/ No te libró de que fueras/ A la tumba de cabeza./ Sacude allí la pereza/ Y deja de ser lo antes/ Que aburrías a los marchantes,/ T ahora en tu sepulcro labra/ Con buriles elegantes/ En tu obsequio una palabra.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
33. Honorable Man. Before you see me in the jail-house,/ Among dishonored men— /I’d rather you would find me/ Empailed on the horns of a bull.
33. Honorable Man. Before you see me in the jail-house,/ Among dishonored men— /I’d rather you would find me/ Empailed on the horns of a bull.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
23. Riddle. I am a fish; I, a helmet;/ I free you from a squall./ To the first, I lose my head;/ With the third, I insure myself;/ And the second fills me with loathing.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947