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few weeks ago I was in Sanxenxo and O Grove. He had not been there since I went to clean tar. Then I wrote an opinion piece titled "Black Christmas." It read:

As our lives are rivers, according Manrique, who will give the sea is dying, I have decided to start the year wrapped in tar. Beside me are
José and Javier Zamora, Gustavo, Brazil, Isabel (my wife), Julian and Lorenzo, of Salamanca, and as many volunteers rushing Galicia night, blacker than ever. Here the star of Christmas beer tastes like Joseph is a percebeiros you play life, Mary is a volunteer with the Red Cross and the Magi are firefighters with large baskets filled with a gift more precious than gold, frankincense and myrrh : the effort.
The contrast makes it hard this folio as white where I write and color of the beach, black as February, full of tests.
With the ocean, wearing monkey, game to be the child who wanted to empty the sea with a bucket and shovel toy.
do not know if much effort will set an example for those who think the world was no utopia. For those who do not believe in man's will regain the hope they never had. To dream as high as white kites.
My desire is none other than the fit my seven-league boots and tread and tread where many others. Feeling that life has meaning when you give the other with everything you have. When you leave your house to spend your holiday with another family.
And here is time for work and friendship. To believe in life, so vulnerable at times. To grow as tall as eucalyptus. To think Beppo, Momo sweeper, who swept the street every day long, always with the same momentum. Paso, inspiration, sweep.
few days ago to heat the home and the old year and now at the end of the earth, these letters full of good wishes for others. Dream replanted in the New Year. From Never Land. In imperfect. Simple present and future perfect.

This time I could enjoy clean blue sea, full of goodbyes and waves, drops of salt, rain rays. And took a deep breath, compared Launched to, to return laden with sighs inland ocean.
I intended to contaminate the boys Galician poetry and share with them what I've been down, I'm through the words.
really enjoyed the IES Sanxenxo, Loli's hand and Ricardo who welcomed me into their home as one of the family. But with John, Professor of History, with whom I share the sense of education and life beyond conventional pedagogies.
The kids had fun and left the workshop with a view of poetry closer and less academic. Now, as Loli, are picking some fruit.
This is what wrote on the blog of the Library of the institute

Many thanks, guys. I felt unable to sign all your book or notebook. The time was upon us and we still had a lot of time ahead. Let each one write down a dream or a wish on these pages and consume it in preference.

the afternoon, I did a workshop Bizocas HEI, an institute that shares the forest and sea, and has some kids involved with poetry and a professor (Nieves) for you. Then after the workshop, I met the IES Reading Club Sanxenxo. Were two long hours cooking and tasting all kinds of poems. An onion, a verb fried bun or cooked maimón zeros were used to sharing poetry and conversation. All very homespun and with a loving and special treatment. Thank you, Ana, Loli and John for such a great experience, summarized briefly in group blog.

I was also in the IES Vilalonga with Elisa, a teacher dedicated to her work and the library, which made my trip to Galicia and served as liaison and matchmaker with the other centers.
There, in the Vilalonga, youth and teachers enjoyed the poetry of Garcilaso de la Vega (the center requested me through the program to encourage reading "Why read the classics" of the Ministry of Education.
Then I made a workshop poetry with children 4 ESO which was vibrant. Perhaps one of the workshops with my most enjoyable in recent years. It notes that in Galicia there is quality and that works well around school libraries. Thank you all for that unforgettable time. The IES

Vilalonga traveled, by the hand and the car of Dario Pino (Anaya Galicia), the IES Francisco Aguiar de Betanzos. There I waited for 200 children from 2 º ESO, accompanied by their teachers, to clear some doubts about the book he had worked: Consume preferably . It was exciting to see them reach the hall with the book in the hand and face of expectation. Thanks to Elvira and Francisco for his splendid work and pick up the suggestion that one year before Moure did take me there.
I leave here the presentation of Francis and some pictures he made with his boys:

In 2004, we were here, like this afternoon, listen to what you tell us the author of the book we had read. That day, Gonzalo Moure, not only words he spoke to Candy, we also recommended the work of a young author, Raul Vacas, who the following year, students could read the ESO room, four poems, collected in Side effects anthology, the first volume of the playlist Other Spaces, a bold project Anaya editorial that we will not tire of thanking.

Students scoring title with anger, however, little by little, reading the poems of Juan Bonilla, Santiago Nunez, Silvia Ugidos, Raul Vacas also helped to remove the bias: the poetry was not a maudlin sentimentality to nostalgic. The last course, toys in the first classes of ESO with some of the poems SHELF LIFE: Peoma, Vademecum, SMS.

The success encouraged to propose reading to students of 2 º and 1 º ESO. So, Betanzos, this year, about 200 young people, pushing the cart, decode SMS, letters to City Hall or the Town Hall yellow notes, peomas ..., preserving, yes, the ticket of the offer of the day. It is true that, sometimes, hard to understand and get a headache or a feeling of dizziness, but for that, in the linear destocking is Vademecum: aspirin, a gelocatil or biodramina enough. Antibiotics, or touch. This virus of reading poetry is already established, or weaken or colds.

So, already explained the circumstances, touch thank Raul Vacas his presence, and give the word. For that, press the off button of the heart, immediately after insertion, even chocolate coin. Francisco Rodriguez Coloma


IES Francisco Aguiar, Betanzos, A Coruña








Anoto blog address here " Bear pipes" which is a short track activity.

Thanks to Darius for his treatment and his dedication and the many conversations on car journeys (with background music Loquillo) or in front of a glass of wine.

was delightful walk along the beach of Santa Cristina, in solitude, and find some treasure in the debris thrown by the sea on the sand.

Ocean, rain, fog, friendly people, boys and girls in the beating of poetry, so is the landscape of Galicia.

Kodak 600 Business Edition

ADOPTION IN ARGENTINA

mail Many people ask me if I know the q flias were waiting to go to pick up their babies after the earthquake, and yes, I know

Valeria y Raul and Gerardo
Fany

Nora Maria Laura

Andrea Celeste
Pancho and Pedro and Marie Astrid


Monica and Andrea Ruben Paula and Damian

all their paperwork done through Barbara Walker, q the same place my sister Elisa and Gustavo q, q Karin, Cecilia q, q Pauline q I, etc etc.
on this list, there are 6 q-lawyers.
and also there are more children in Cordoba, q do not know.
one of those flias Cordoba, were the first to adopt children in haiti in the country, bah, the first q know, it's more, her first son must have taken about 7 years ago. and q is another boy of about 12 years in that province, also Haitian, come to drink.
in total, there are 25 haitianitos adopted through Barbara, and I q I admire very much your work?

Cuberun.org Alternative

Hand over hand, word for word, as I said Angel Gonzalez. That's how I received this and that, book is number 117 of the Åland Stock Publishers Edelvives and I have the pleasure of signing. Edelvives
This book aims to bring poetry to teenagers, to make it work tool for personal growth and learning.
The book tries to be, precisely, a wink to the boys and girls of the ESO, a way of showing that poetry can be at your hand without that it prescribes a teacher (which, moreover, should make all teachers, not just the area or the Department of Language and Literature).
The book is organized into sections that correspond to the main subjects taught at Sencundaria Compulsory Education. Remember, in this sense, the Encyclopedia Alvarez or other books gathered in one volume all the knowledge that the student should know then.
There are texts that bring us into the realm of mathematics, others lead us to reflect on their own literature and teaching, and others go into the field of physics or biology.

has been a pleasure work hand in hand with Jorge Hernán Gómez and Ignacio Chao in the editing process. Review
texts one by one, to fit the events that accompany many of the poems, organizing them in the best possible way became, thanks to George in a creative and rewarding. So my thanks, first for him.
My thanks also to Pilar Careaga who invited me to join the library Alanda and I opened the doors of the publisher. And Paloma de la Concha, for having me in the work of teacher training.
But I take, as artists do when they pick up a prize, to extend my gratitude to Raquel Lopez and Maria Sanchez-Tabernero, of Hand Culture that Celestine made my first approach to editorial (at the Second Congress of Children's Literature) and spread the word from library to library and bookstore bookstore thanks to Rooster Club Kirico . And Gonzalo Moure , the first he had in his mailbox the book and already talked about him before publication for schools and colleges (now, in fact, has requested 4 copies to the publisher to take them for purposes "evangelists" and under the arm, the Amazon.
Thanks, finally (before the final applause) to Isabel Castaño, my wife, for their outstanding help in compiling the book. And to all who are growing day by day in the shade of a poem.

Here you have the cover, which welcomes us with an open hand, and other contents of the book:




In the back you can read the following:

Pasa, Reader, and occupies Here your seat,
open this book, browse its contents, feel the heart
serious things, the remedy
knowledge test.

your food will be the geography, history
new blood in your arteries, secondary
festivals and fairs,
biology your best support. Read each poem

patiently, studying languages \u200b\u200b
kisses,
mathematics of your existence,

and so when you know your excesses
and learn to live with other science,
you recommend to these and those.


In the first few pages there are words to whet your appetite:


INAUGURAL LECTURE

literature in schools should be a break
in daily activity, a time of calm in the
the student listens to, thinks about his stuff or
asleep while the teacher reads aloud books that have no
necessarily follow the order of the canon crazy school. Daniel Pennac




This book aims to show and prove that any
thing, however strange or trivial, can be a poem.
Everything around us has an inner nature, concealed under the appearance
. Only the poet and the child can access
molecules that determine their structure and
unravel its signifier and its meaning, either through
of the imagination or words. Let's open it
eyes.
say the five senses in the different areas that we will address in this short but intense course
poetic and
shape the academic title of our story.
But meanwhile, we look forward to the ring and go out to recess
a while:

Must see
gossip I've heard in the corridor between cigarette and cigarette
, fees and paperwork
:
this year are very ugly
the kids in my class,
that if the weekend was a lag, if that

surreptitiously touched me the ass
yesterday asking me stand,
do not know where the boy sits
black polo,
that jolin
how glad I am that you are so happy today because
finally realized that you were coladita
,
if you have an appointment,
that if you left the note,
the back is a ball,
that tiny little question.
to see when in the playground
speak of Lorca or Neruda,
of Descartes and doubt of Vivaldi

Perseus and leave the gossip

tedious for classes and other things, butterflies.
I closed the meeting by quoting Professor Keating
:
"cut from today, roses ..."

And a couple of sample buttons:

Madame Bovary

The fortune teller read the hand woman reader. In each line
guessed a chapter of his life: a happy beginning,
a lump in my throat and a tragic outcome.
Since that day, the woman reader read between the lines. NANA




Sleep (a sheep) my girl,
go to sleep (two lambs) my love.
that comes
furry and ferocious wolf.

Sleep my child (three sheep),
and close your eyes (four sheep) and dreams of silence

with stalactites. Four angels


have my bed, four angels
that saved me,
one gives me milk, wool
other gives me and my girl

sleep until morning. Sleep my child

next
coconut,
or diplococcus

or Streptococcus or Staphylococcus
and taken to girls studying
little.

(5 lambs).