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jueves, 29 de noviembre de 2012

DON´T DRIVE ME AWAY, a poem by Louise May Alcott

   Don´t drive me away,
but hear what I say:
bad men want the gold;
they will steal it to-night,
and you must take flight;
so be quiet and busy and bold.

Slip away with me,
and you will see
what a wise little thing am I;
for the road I show
no man can know,
since it´s up in the pathless sky.

 

jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012

CENTENARY OF ILDEFONSO MANUEL GIL, AN ARAGONESE WRITER

 El poeta en una imagen de archivo
PHOTO: http://www.aragondigital.es/noticia.asp?notid=9371

WITH MICHAEL
The sun ascends to its fullness revealing
of the stone and the bird,
while you and me are playing in the garden without shadows,
with the naked souls dedicated
to the pure demand of the moment.

Your tender age and my weary years
get equal and pleasant
together in this enjoyement that denies their distances
that melts us in the cheerful cry, in the smiling
of the shared innocence.

I know without sadness the decline of the sun into the dark
rule of the blinding night,
I accept the illusion of the stopped time
in this top happiness of playing together,
now, in the garden, matched
my yesterday and your tomorrow,
you and me in endless hapiness.

                                              The tiny birds
the quiet flight of leaves,
the habbit of the intimate garden
come back,
as the unique luxury of an only rose
under the air, pierced by November.


 ILDEFONSO MANUEL GIL was born in the village of Paniza (Zaragoza) on the 22nd January, 1912, and he was buried in Daroca in 2003 at the age of 91. He defined himself as a "man of The Generation of 36". Law Degree from the University of Madrid abd PhD in Literature.
  He suffered the repression of Franco´s dictatorship and was imprioned in Teruel during the Civil Was, as a prominent Republican. Later, he was harassed for refusing to swear the principles of the national movement of Francisco Franco. He and his friend Ricardo Guillón founded a Literature magazine. He taught at Santo Tomás College in Zaragoza.
  In the 60s, he went to America to teach Literature at a university in New York, where he worked until his retirement. In 1983, during the transition from the dictatorship to democracy, he returned to Spain. He moved to Zaragoza. In this city, he led the Institution "Fernando el Católico" and was designed honorary counselor. He was a member of the American Academy of the Spanish Language, and as such, corresponding member of the Royal Spanish Academy. During these years he received several awards: in 1982, he was awarded the Gold Medal of Zaragoza; in 1993, he got the Medal of Santa Isabel de Portugal. Aragonese of Honor in 1996 and received the Medal of Honor from the Institution "Fernando el Católico" in 2000.  His death would come three years later, possibly due to a broken hip a few years ago.

martes, 7 de febrero de 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CHARLES DICKENS




PHOTOS: http://brexxy.blogspot.com/2011/05/control-de-lectura-domiciliaria.html

http://dvocion.diariovasco.com/famosos/charles-dickens-201202070958.php


   Today is Charles Dickens birthday. If you are one of his readers, I want to give you a present.
There is a good website where you can read and listen to some good novels by Charles Dickens:
http://openlibrary.org/search?q=Charles+Dickens

Some videos about Dickens:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnxmldwzI24&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9FUowQF6eMc

A film: "Great Expectations & Ellice Theatre"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEwXaF-y0Io&feature=related



Charles John Huffam Dickens ( 7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) was an English novelist, generally considered the greatest of the Victorian period. Dickens enjoyed a wider popularity and fame than had any previous author during his lifetime, and he remains popular, having been responsible for some of English literature's most iconic novels and characters.
Many of his writings were originally published serially, in monthly instalments, a format of publication which Dickens himself helped popularise. Unlike other authors who completed novels before serialisation, Dickens often created the episodes as they were being serialised. The practice lent his stories a particular rhythm, punctuated by cliffhangers to keep the public looking forward to the next instalment. The continuing popularity of his novels and short stories is such that they have never gone out of print.
Dickens's work has been highly praised for its realism, comedy, mastery of prose, unique personalities and concern for social reform, by writers such as Leo Tolstoy, George Orwell and G. K. Chesterton; though others, such as Henry James and Virginia Woolf, have criticised it for sentimentality and implausibility.

viernes, 3 de febrero de 2012

THERE´S NO SUCH PLACE AS FAR AWAY, by Richard Bach

 

  Rae Hansen, a little girl, invited Richard Bach to her birthday party. She was about to turn five. Though a thousand miles separated them, she wanted to be with him on that special day and celebrate her birthday together.
  There´s no such place as far away is a gift for her. Bach tries to explain that we are always with those we love. Miles, mountains, or deserts can´ t  separate friends. They are always in our hearts.
   This is a classical tale now. It was illustrated by Ron Wegen.

Richard David Bach (born 23 June 1936) is an American writer. He is widely known as the author of the hugely popular 1970s best-seller Jonathan Livinston Seagull, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, and others. His books espouse his philosophy that our apparent physical limits and mortality are merely appearance. He claims to be a direct descendant of Johann Sebastian Bach. He is noted for his love of flying and for his books related to air flight and flying and in a metaphorical context. He has pursued flying as a hobby since the age of 17.
 
     For more information about the author: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Bach

sábado, 7 de enero de 2012

THE NAIL, a short story by Pedro Antonio de Alarcón


PHOTO from: http://capricestfini.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-mujer-del-teniente-frances.html

"The thing which is most ardently desired by a man who steps into a stagecoach, bent upon a long journey, is that his companions may be agreeable, that they may have the same tastes, possibly the same vices, be well educated and know enough not to be too familiar.
When I opened the door of the coach I felt fearful of encountering an old woman suffering with the asthma, an ugly one who could not bear the smell of tobacco smoke, one who gets seasick every time she rides in a carriage, and little angels who are continually yelling and screaming for God knows what.
Sometimes you may have hoped to have a beautiful woman for a traveling companion; for instance, a widow of twenty or thirty years of age (let us say, thirty-six), whose delightful conversation will help you pass away the time. But if you ever had this idea, as a reasonable man you would quickly dismiss it, for you know that such good fortune does not fall to the lot of the ordinary mortal. These thoughts were in my mind when I opened the door of the stagecoach at exactly eleven o'clock on a stormy night of the Autumn of 1844. I had ticket No. 2, and I was wondering who No. 1 might be. The ticket agent had assured me that No. 3 had not been sold.
It was pitch dark within. When I entered I said, "Good evening," but no answer came. "The devil!" I said to myself. "Is my traveling companion deaf, dumb, or asleep?" Then I said in a louder tone: "Good evening," but no answer came.
All this time the stagecoach was whirling along, drawn by ten horses".

You can read the story on:
http://www.readbookonline.net/readOnLine/9666/


ALARCÓN'S LIFE
Pedro Antonio de Alarcón was born at Guadix in the province of Granada, the 10th of March 1833, the
fourth of ten children of an old and noble family, whose wealth had been lost in the wars of the Napoleonic
period and the disorders that had followed. His father destined him for the bar, and after reaching the baccalaureate at the age of fourteen, at the seminario of Guadix, he went to Granada to begin his professional studies, only to be recalled by the res angusta domi to his home, where perforce he exchanged jurisprudence for theology, and began preparation for the priesthood.
The boy's heart was not in his professional studies, and his best efforts were given to other matters; he
taught himself French and Italian, began to write, and formed the project of going to Madrid, to set up as a
man of letters. His parents declined to support him in this ambition, but Alarcón persisted. Through Torcuato
Tárrago, a young writer at that time living in Guadix, he was introduced to a Cadiz publisher, who undertook
the issuing of a weekly journal, El Eco de Occidente, which was to appear at Cadiz and Granada, and whose literary redaction was to be entrusted to the two young men. The venture [p. vi] was successful. After three years' work the savings seemed sufficient, and on the 18th of January, 1853, Alarcón left home.He went first to Cadiz, where he gave his attention to matters concerning the journal, and a month later he
reached Madrid,—without introduction or friends, but with some little money and with a goodly sheaf of
verses, notably an ambitious continuation of Espronceda's Diablo Mundo, all of which he burned, after much interviewing of publishers. In short, he did not get along at all at the capital, and when his money was gone
and the husks were sour, he made his own the immemorial custom of the prodigal, and went back to his
father's house. A complete reconciliation followed his return. He had been drawn for military service: his
father purchased his release, and gave him permission to live in Granada, where he renewed his connection
with the Eco de Occidente. In Granada also he found agreeable literary society, and the year spent there was one of profit to himself and of success for his journal, in whose management he had an increasing influence and part.

For more information about the author:

martes, 13 de septiembre de 2011

"The Grandpa´s papers" (a novel by Febe Jordà)

   A story about some old papers. Marta and her daughter Sara found them at home one day. They were written by Grandpa, during the Civil War.  Marta and Sara can´t translate them. Everybody says it is Arabic, but the matter is not as easy as they think.




   The story has very good ingredients not only for teenagers readers but for mature readers as well. An interesting plot, a good story and good characters. You will enjoy it, if you like detective novels.



You can buy the book here:
http://www.readontime.com/ROT/noufront-s-l--dsm-ediciones/febe-jorda-sanchez/los-papeles-del-abuelo_9788492726080.html