"Thumbelina" is a literary fairy tale by Hans Christian Andersen first published by C. A. Reitzel on 16 December 1835. "Thumbelina" is about a tiny girl and her adventures with appearance- and marriage. She falls in love with a flower-fairy prince just her size.
  The earliest English translation of "Thumbelina" is dated 1846. The tale has been adapted to various media including song and animated film. You can follow the next links to watch the video (8 parts):

PART 1:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmiw3RlAA6g&feature=related
PART 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=K30RbpPmZaQ
PART 3:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=O-EaA_78Aso
PART 4:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=xJb9p4qKIDk
PART 5:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=CZxj_6pZI60
PART 6:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=16kZ9_h1kCA
PART 7:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=zjSqOXtX27M
PART 8:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=6FcdW2JmLtg

Hans Christian Andersen  (April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875) was a Danish author, fairy tale writer, and poet noted for his children´s stories. These include "The Steadfast Tin Soldier", "The Snow Queen", "The Little Mermaid", "Thumbelina", "The Little Match Girl" and "The Ugly Duckling".
During his lifetime he was acclaimed for having delighted children worldwide, and was feted by royalty. His poetry and stories have been translated into more than 150 languages. They have inspired motion pictures, plays, ballets, and animated films.

  For more information: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hans_Christian_Andersen

THE SECRET, a poem by Catherine Mansfield

In the profoundest ocean
There is a rainbow shell,
It is always there, shining most stilly
Under the greatest storm waves
That the old Greek called "ripples of laughter."
As you listen, the rainbow shell
Sings--in the profoundest ocean.
It is always there, singing most silently!

Biography
Her real name was Kathleen Beauchamp (October 14, 1888–January 9, 1923). She was born in New Zealand and moved to Europe when she was a young woman. She was buried in the town of Avon (Fontenebleau district, Paris).

THE BEAR THAT WASN´T, by Frank Tashlin

 

 I have read again a book by Frank Tashlin. I love "The bear that wasn´t". I have read it for children, teenagers and adult people. All of them loved it.
  When people around you try to convince you that you aren´t who you are, it is difficult not to believe them. But at the end a bear knows he is a bear. Even if everybody says:   

"You are not a bear--you're just a silly man, who needs a shave, and wears a fur coat."

A book forever.
You can watch the video on YOUTUBE:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cq0a5JTSGvU

For more information about the book:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bear_That_Wasn't

MADRID IN AUTUMN

   I walk in Madrid, along the Paseo del Prado, the way of the Atocha station. My feet get tangled in the dry leaves of autumn. A long line of calmed people stretches patiently and endless. They expect to see the exhibition of works brought from the Hermitage Museum.
   I breathe fresh air under the colourful trees. Ocher, brown, dark green ... and a sweet melancholy in my soul.

Don Juan Tenorio

   On 31st October, at 23.30 hrs we are going to read the play by José Zorrilla. We want to rescue the most famous play of all the Spanish theatre. In some American countries it is a well known play. It is played on this date as it has usually been along the time.
   To tell the truth, I love this play. So I am very happy to read it in one of the most beautiful churches of Calatayud (Saragosse): San Pedro de los Francos. In this church a young Ferdinand was named crown prince. He would marry Elizabeth and reign in Aragón.
   It is the first time that "Don Juan Tenorio" will be played by broadcasters, writers and ordinary people who have never played theatre, here in Calatayud. You are all invited to come. And if you are courageous enough, you can read with us.
  

THE PEEPHOLE

She could not avoid look out of the corner of the eye at the door of the apartment. Somebody wheezed behind the peephole. She trembled. The child of 3B is very strange, strange as a Martian. One day a bad accident will happen, she said to herself. A green sticky spot started going out below the door. I do not have intention of paying attention this stupid boy. He is only trying to scare me. She put the key in the lock. She was going to turn it when the sticky spot lengthened a green hand and pulled her. The voice behind the peephole whispered. Don´t  you want to play with me today, Louise?

AROUND ME

   Birds in the air,
air in my hands,
hands in my head,
head on my brest.
Arms around me.