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Huesca Library Plan
Manifesto
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Manifesto School Library in the province of Huesca live the task of bringing the literature, illustration and other cultural, educational and arts to children, adolescents, parents and teachers. Visit
these libraries full of books and professionals with their work and commitment make this possible is exciting. The curiosity of children and the adults mingle giving meaning to a project that goes beyond the shelves where books are housed. Surprisingly the number of holding specific meetings in each of the schools, this educational effort, which must be added initiatives such as of the Reading Club "Read Together", in which we see a real cultural outreach to parents, librarians and teachers, and their children and students.
visits to schools, colleges, libraries and reading groups with agendas closed with calculated precision, are made possible by the good work and friendship shared by the professionals who coordinate the plan in each of the centers.
know that The Plan of School Libraries and Reading Promotion and Book of Huesca is a risky and innovative giving many fruits and has an important distinction in the field of training, creation and editing, we know also marked the professional interests of teachers destination and we are convinced that the projects remain and continue to operate if they continue the bases and lines of work who knows better.
why writers, illustrators, editors, writers, librarians, and literary specialists fear the loss of this great work and understand and support the continuation of the Plan of School Libraries and Reading Promotion and Book of Huesca with the guidelines that have become, since its inception.
these libraries full of books and professionals with their work and commitment make this possible is exciting. The curiosity of children and the adults mingle giving meaning to a project that goes beyond the shelves where books are housed. Surprisingly the number of holding specific meetings in each of the schools, this educational effort, which must be added initiatives such as of the Reading Club "Read Together", in which we see a real cultural outreach to parents, librarians and teachers, and their children and students.
visits to schools, colleges, libraries and reading groups with agendas closed with calculated precision, are made possible by the good work and friendship shared by the professionals who coordinate the plan in each of the centers.
know that The Plan of School Libraries and Reading Promotion and Book of Huesca is a risky and innovative giving many fruits and has an important distinction in the field of training, creation and editing, we know also marked the professional interests of teachers destination and we are convinced that the projects remain and continue to operate if they continue the bases and lines of work who knows better.
why writers, illustrators, editors, writers, librarians, and literary specialists fear the loss of this great work and understand and support the continuation of the Plan of School Libraries and Reading Promotion and Book of Huesca with the guidelines that have become, since its inception.
Thank
And an article on a library, a tip:
loans room
One day I met a true muse. It was in a public library, next to the room of loans and under the watchful gaze of Theology. Perhaps
fate would be done the will of God, that God almighty, omnipotent and saw that in the beginning was the void and created woman, and everything was good. And there it was, with all his ribs on the grill, his eyes lost in trigonometry, his words drenched lips and skin bound. And I was also there, with the love of her neck like a gentle cow, questioning the methods and discourses, rejecting desires, taking his breath as a barefoot boy, quilting pillow, suddenly free. Neither
railways of St. Thomas, or the Superman of Nietzsche, or the Gospel of Mark, or static electricity or the Song of Songs would be enough to accompany her kisses. Neither the book
questions Neruda, or the book of the answers, yet unpublished, "or Dante's Inferno or Milton would be enough to clear the desire to sit on the right of the father, to look naked-in sideways, and slicing her eyelids, to say that there are no flies in February, to touch and undress in silence, in that or any other haven, to bite the apple core and enter the world together as one enters the sea, big hug and slowly, with snake-like arms do not exist.
One day I met the love between the funds and backgrounds of Theology. An unexpected love and lewd-perhaps Platonic-full of flames and dark nights, lying with two clamps on the strings of the dream.
There she was, alone as the moon, perfumed with math and accounts of the old, looking into my eyes distracted with her cleavage opened in an equilateral triangle, showing its tangents, their breasts, their cosines. And I to two meters of his life, angled above, watch as the owl of Athena, filling the shelves of my dreams of adventure and chivalry, reading the lines of the hand like a Celestina, kissing it, editing it, rendering and fixing it to my tongue, cleaning his touch, giving glory. Maybe it was
Dante's Beatrice, the Guiomar de Antonio, Shakespeare's Juliet, the Melibea Rojas, Olivia Popeye. Perhaps the little god of love, brave fool, he who thrust their reptilian desire, his laughter, his tenderness, his silence, his Utopia, Thomas Moro, his utopía.O might be my imagination, or much study-and there were no mills, no sheep, nor Toboso, or library, or muse, or the old accounts, or anything else. As in the beginning.
fate would be done the will of God, that God almighty, omnipotent and saw that in the beginning was the void and created woman, and everything was good. And there it was, with all his ribs on the grill, his eyes lost in trigonometry, his words drenched lips and skin bound. And I was also there, with the love of her neck like a gentle cow, questioning the methods and discourses, rejecting desires, taking his breath as a barefoot boy, quilting pillow, suddenly free. Neither
railways of St. Thomas, or the Superman of Nietzsche, or the Gospel of Mark, or static electricity or the Song of Songs would be enough to accompany her kisses. Neither the book
questions Neruda, or the book of the answers, yet unpublished, "or Dante's Inferno or Milton would be enough to clear the desire to sit on the right of the father, to look naked-in sideways, and slicing her eyelids, to say that there are no flies in February, to touch and undress in silence, in that or any other haven, to bite the apple core and enter the world together as one enters the sea, big hug and slowly, with snake-like arms do not exist.
One day I met the love between the funds and backgrounds of Theology. An unexpected love and lewd-perhaps Platonic-full of flames and dark nights, lying with two clamps on the strings of the dream.
There she was, alone as the moon, perfumed with math and accounts of the old, looking into my eyes distracted with her cleavage opened in an equilateral triangle, showing its tangents, their breasts, their cosines. And I to two meters of his life, angled above, watch as the owl of Athena, filling the shelves of my dreams of adventure and chivalry, reading the lines of the hand like a Celestina, kissing it, editing it, rendering and fixing it to my tongue, cleaning his touch, giving glory. Maybe it was
Dante's Beatrice, the Guiomar de Antonio, Shakespeare's Juliet, the Melibea Rojas, Olivia Popeye. Perhaps the little god of love, brave fool, he who thrust their reptilian desire, his laughter, his tenderness, his silence, his Utopia, Thomas Moro, his utopía.O might be my imagination, or much study-and there were no mills, no sheep, nor Toboso, or library, or muse, or the old accounts, or anything else. As in the beginning.
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