Advertising campaign

Hi everyone! I'm back after quite a long time! I've decided to post these two videos that I recently saw on television. I was completely shocked. Lord knows how great the number of kids-and teenagers and adults as well- who suffer this kind of abuse is. I hope this advertising campaign helps raise consciousness.

You can find more information about this subject in: http://www.escuchate.org.ar/

Minería contaminante

This is a video Celeste sent me a few hours ago...I find it really interesting and thought-provoking... We need to do something, our world is falling to pieces.

Janeth's 6th class in 4th grade!

Today's Thursday 8th October

It's

It's spring

Today was Janeth's 6th class in 4th grade. Despite the constant interruptions, the class was really good. The crossword the students solved on the board proved to be engaging. But, in my opinion, the best activity was the guessing game! The sts were willing to listen to the short descriptions about animals Janeth was reading aloud. Then, sts had to solve a photocopy and, after checking the activity on the copy, they had to fill in a bubble writing which the animals they would like to have are. Something I want to highlight is Janeth's willingness to keep control over those kids with behaviour problems.

Janeth's 5th class in 4th grade!

Todays's Tuesday 6th October

It's

It's spring

The day before yesterday was Janeth's 5th class in 4th grade. The activities the sts did were desk-based and most of them really enjoyed them. Then, Janeth showed them a picture of a pet created by herself (it was a mixture of a cat, a rabbit and a hamster) and asked them to create a pet tehmselves too.

Once again, there were problems with some students' behaviour, but Janeth managed to keep control over the class!

Go on like that girl!

Janeth's 4th class in 4th grade!

Today's Thursday 1st October
It's
It's spring

Last Thursday was Janeth's 4th class in 4th grade. Almost all the students were present and most of them got really engaged with the lesson!!! Janeth started the class introducing the word PETS and then stuck some beautiful pictures on the blackboard. Sts knew all the animals but one: Hamtaro (I didn't feel bad for not knowing it either!!!). After playing a matching game on the board, the kids were asked to write about the pets they have and the ones they have not.

Again, Janeth managed to get the group motivated throughout the lesson. She also encouraged them all to work, but when she asked them to repeat the vocabulary she was presenting,they did not listen to her and, therefore, they did not understand what they had to do.

Jan, congrats on your great materials!!!

Hamtaro-->

Janeth's 3rd class in 4th grade!

Today's Tuesday 29th September

It's sunny

It's spring

Today just 18 out of 32 students were present. The lesson started almost ten minutes late because of "external reasons". For the first time, all the students pay attention to Janeth's instructions of how they were expected to solve the photocopy she had just given them. In addition to this, they were willing to go to the board to check the activity they were working on. After that, Janeth stuck a picture of Rod (The Simpsons) on the blackboard and a speech bubble next to it. The lesson was focused on the structure "I've got/I haven't got" and the vocabulary related to family members. Janeth asked the students to repeat one sentence each, but some of them were really shy and did not want to read alone. In this case, Janeth should have encouraged chorus repetition. Then, Janeth gave them another photocopy with the pictures of Milhouse, Bart and Nelson on it. The pictures had speech bubbles the students were expected to fill in. Fortunately, it was clear that The Simpsons are really motivating since they complete the activity in quietness. They even stayed in the classroom after the bell had rung!

It was a really nice class!

Congrats girl!

Intertextuality.

The following short text was an assignment we were given before our winter holidays.

Intertextuality

According to Julia Kristeva’s concept of intertextuality, the intelligibility of a text depends on and is transformed by other texts. In other words, we can understand and interpret what we read only by relating it to a preexisting body of discourse. This can be easily noticed when we associate what we are reading to words or ideas we have already read or heard. This notion of intertextuality is closely related to the concept of originality, which can be defined as the quality of something that is “completely new and different from anything that anyone has thought of before”[1]. Taking into account this definition, it can be asserted that no text is original but a transformation of other pieces of writing, as Roland Barthes states.
In the case of Henry Shukman’s poem, The Call, the relationship it has with other texts becomes apparent as soon as we realize it is about unattainable love at distance: how many times have we read books, seen movies or listened to songs about it? The answer is probably “many”. For instance, the song Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye and the poem Distance Love by Ravi Sathasivam are also about lovers who are miles away one from the other. In the latter, though no reference is made to any technological device as in the case of The Call, it may be interpreted that the lovers do not know each other personally but by some means of communication. Other poems of this author do make reference to technology in an explicit way, such as I miss you on the net and My Internet Love. Therefore, it can be said that mentioning technological devices in literature is not new, not different, not original. Similarly, the sadness the man in The Call feels for his apparently unattainable love may be compared to that felt by the man in the song Impossible Love by Ub40. In fact, in both texts sadness is related to nature: “without you: just me and the trees baring themselves” and “The rose in the garden doesn’t bloom any more”.
To sum up, it can be affirmed that intertextuality and originality are two closely related concepts, since the former makes the latter nonexistent. Finally, it must be highlighted that the unoriginality of a text does not mean it is wrong, but that it derives of a previous work and that, in the same way, it will influence those texts written later.

[1] http://www.ldoceonline.com/dictionary/originality

Distant Lover

Distant lover, lover (lover, lover, lover)
So many miles away
Heaven knows that I long for you
Every night, every night
I plan, sometimes I dance
Through the day
Distant lover (lover, lover, lover)
You should think about me
And say a prayer for me
Please, please baby
Think about me sometimes
Think about me here
Here in misery
Misery
As I reminisce, oh baby,
through our joyful summer together
The promises we made
All the daily letters
Then, all of the sudden
Everything seemed to explode
Now, I gaze out my window
Sugar, down a lonesome road
Distant lover (lover, lover, lover)
Sugar, how can you treat my heart
So mean and cruel
Sugar, sugar
Treat every moment that I spent with you
I treasure every like it was a precious jewel
Please, Lord have mercy
Please, come back, baby
Somethin' I wanna say
When you left
You took all of me with you
Do you wanna hear me scream
Come back and hold me, girl

Distance love

Is it easy for me to love you
When you are far away from me
My heart is calling you always
But the distance keeps us away
Although, we never met each other
But I found your love crystal clear
We have built our love with our hearts
And we are there always for each other
If If have wings, I will fly to you
Across the ocean and lands to be with you
If I could be with you, my pain would fly away
If you hug me, my depression get away
You have captured my heart and soul
And I have nothing to give you other than love
It doesn't matter how far away you live
But I need you beside me now, other than

You make me live as a lonely man.

I miss you on net.......

When I log on my computer
I always look for your mail
Because your mail makes my day
No one else has never touched
my heart the way you have done
My inner feelings stirs in my heart
when I read your mail
Ever since I met you on net
I felt you are a great friend of mine
My emotion touched me hard
when I spoke to you on net
Today, I don't find you on net
I don't know what has happen to you
Although, you don't speak to me on net
but you are in my thought constantly
My heart is grieved when you left me
All that I want you to know how much
I miss you on net.

My internet love.........

There are so many friends come and go
on the net but you are the one I ever loved
I can remember the day how we met
I have yet to see your face and hear your voice
But I felt that you are a great friend of mine
Our friendships were grown up with understandings
but my emotion touched me hard to fall love with you
My inner feelings stirred in my heart with happiness
when you accepted my love with your loving heart
Although, we are separated by big distance
but our hearts start to speak the truth of love
Now, I believe the time will bring us together soon to
make our dream of love, sharing life and making a family
Today, you have made me realize life is great
and for that I will love you until my last journey
My desire for you is never ending and today my
mind, body and soul are engulfed with your love

Impossible love

When we were together
Those were the happiest time in all my life
Now were separated I don`t know what I will do
`cause I can`t ever love another
No matter how hard I try
`cause I know. it`s impossible
Where ever you may be
I hope you`ll hear my song
Then maybe you`ll realise
My love that you were wrong

`cause I can`t ever love another
No matter how hard I try
`cause I know. it`s impossible

The sunset outside my window
Has lost all it`s glow
The rose in the garden
Doesn`t bloom any more

Bibliography:

http://www.romancelovepoems.com/lovepoem4.htm

http://www.accessmylibrary.com/coms2/summary_0286-1017187_ITM

http://www.lyricsfreak.com/u/ub40/impossible+love_20141689.html

http://www.hausarbeiten.de/faecher/vorschau/107559.html

http://books.google.com.ar/books?hl=es&lr=&id=AZdHiChs8V8C&oi=fnd&pg=PA83&dq=%22Bazerman%22+%22Intertextuality:+How+texts+rely+on+other+texts%22+&ots=zXbhyjrPh2&sig=80ZuPQUXJm4PkQohnAO44um5iYo

Janeth's 2nd class in 4th grade!

Today's Tuesday 22nd September
It's rainy

It's spring!

Last Tuesday was Janeth's 2nd class in 4th B. Once again, just 20 out of 32 students were present due to the rainy weather. Frankly, the class was a mess at times and the children misbehaved. In addition to this, the class was interrupted in several occasions by both people who were trying to take their children from the school earlier and Janeth herself who was trying to keep the students as quiet as possible.

As regards the activities Janeth had planned to do, the listening activity about Ben's family seemed not to work since they did not pay attention to what Janeth was reading. After this, students were expected to draw a cartoon similar to the one in the listening and write the dialogues introducing their own family. This activity proved to be a bit difficult and some of the students did not even start doing it.

Something to highlight was Janeth's possitive attitude throughout the lesson and her willingness to keep them motivated.

Janeth's 1st class in 4th grade!

Today’s Thursday 17th September
It’s rainy

It’s winter

Today was Janeth’s first class in 4th grade. Just 19 out of 32 students were present, and those 19 behaved properly and were willing to participate in the activities. In fact, even the 5-minute activity was done due to their positive response. They got really interested in the topic (the family) since Janeth made use of the characters most children know and like: “The Simpsons”.
I think Janeth is successful in both having control over the group and encouraging the students to enjoy what they are doing. Finally, as a piece of advice: Jan...remember the title!

Very nice class girl!

Tus manos son para proteger...

Hi everyone! This is the first post I make after quite a long time. I hope you all enjoy this thought-provoking video. It is a European advertising campaign against children mistreatment.

Anthology

16th century poems:

SONETO V

Escrito está en mi alma vuestro gesto,
y cuanto yo escribir de vos deseo;
vos sola lo escribisteis, yo lo leo
tan solo, que aun de vos me guardo en esto.

En esto estoy y estaré siempre puesto;
que aunque no cabe en mí cuanto en vos veo,
de tanto bien lo que no entiendo creo,
tomando ya la fe por presupuesto.

Yo no nací sino para quereros;
mi alma os ha cortado a su medida;
por hábito del alma mismo os quiero.

Cuando tengo confieso yo deberos;
por vos nací, por vos tengo la vida,
por vos he de morir, y por vos muero.

--Garcilaso de la Vega

Soneto- Desmayarse, atreverse…

Desmayarse, atreverse, estar furioso,
áspero, tierno, liberal, esquivo,
alentado, mortal, difunto, vivo,
leal, traidor, cobarde y animoso;

no hallar fuera del bien centro y reposo,
mostrarse alegre, triste, humilde, altivo,
enojado, valiente, fugitivo,
satisfecho ofendido receloso;

huir el rostro al claro desengaño,
beber veneno por licor suave,
olvidar el provecho, amar el daño;

creer que el cielo en un infierno cabe,
dar la vida y el alma a un desengaño,
esto es amor: quien lo probó lo sabe.

--Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio

Soneto- Amor con tan honesto pensamiento

Amor con tan honesto pensamiento
arde en mi pecho, y con tan dulce pena,
que haciendo grave honor de la condena,
para cantar me sirve de instrumento.

No al fuego, al celestial atento,
en alabanza de Amarilis suena
con esta voz, que el curso al agua enfrena,
mueve la selva y enamora el viento.

La luz primera del primero día,
luego que el sol nació, toda la encierra,
círculo ardiente de su lumbre pura,

y así también, cuando tu sol nacía,
todas las hermosuras de la tierra
remitieron su luz a tu hermosura.

--Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio

Soneto- Canta pájaro amante…

Canta pájaro amante en la enramada
selva a su amor, que por el verde suelo
no ha visto al cazador que con desvelo
le está escuchando, la ballesta armada.

Tirale, yerra. Vuela, y la turbada
voz en el pico transformada en yelo,
vuelve, y de ramo en ramo acorta el vuelo
por no alejarse de la prenda amada.

Desta suerte el amor canta en el nido;
mas luego que los celos que recela
le tiran flechas de temor de olvido,

huye, teme, sospecha, inquiere, cela,
y hasta que ve que el cazador es ido,
de pensamiento en pensamiento vuela.

--Félix Lope de Vega y Carpio

http://www.avantel.net/~eoropesa/html/poesia/ldevega1.html
http://www.poesia-inter.net/siglxvi.htm

My Wonderful Wonders

Friends will be friends

by Queen

Another red letter day,
So the pound has dropped and the children are creating,
The other half ran away,
Taking all the cash and leaving you with the lumber,
Got a pain in the chest,
Doctors on strike what you need is a rest

It's not easy love, but you've got friends you can trust,
Friends will be friends,
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,
Friends will be friends,
When you're through with life and all hope is lost,
Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends right till the end

Now it's a beautiful day,
The postman delivered a letter from your lover,
Only a phone call away,
You tried to track him down but somebody stole his number,
As a matter of fact,
You're getting used to life without him in your way

It's so easy now, cos you got friends you can trust,
Friends will be friends,
When you're in need of love they give you care and attention,
Friends will be friends,
When you're through with life and all hope is lost,
Hold out your hand cos friends will be friends (right till the end)




I think this beautiful song can express the way I feel about friendship.
Girls, thanks for making my days brighter.
Love ya!

The Curse

“[…] everything degenerates in the hands of man. […] He wants nothing as nature made it, not even man himself.”

“Everything that man has made, man can destroy. Nature’s characters alone are ineradicable, […]”

Jean Jaques Rousseau


As I was reading these words, Arthur C. Clarke’s piece of writing came to my mind. I took my Módulo and read The Curse several times again, trying to dive in the author’s words. My feelings were quite different from those that had arisen the first time I read this text. Now, everything was clearer.
It is not surprising that towns, which are human beings’ creations, are destroyed by other human creations: rockets, hydrogen bombs, missiles, radioactivity.
It is not surprising that the world has been harmed and transformed but not destroyed.

It is not surprising that the sky, though it has been the meeting place of great projectiles, abandons its darkness as the sun settles “through banks of angry clouds”.
It is not surprising that the church vanishes and the gravestones, no matter whom they belong to, are damaged.
It is not surprising that it is water what brings life and peace back and signals a new beginning.

http://inajam.wordpress.com/mother-nature/

Anthology

18th century poems:

Soneto
Amor constante*

Antes al cielo faltarán estrellas,
al mar peligros, pájaros al viento,
al sol su resplandor y movimiento,
y al fuego abrasador vivas centellas;

antes al campo producciones bellas,
al monte horror, al llano esparcimiento,
torpes envidias al merecimiento,
y al no admitido amor tristes querellas;

antes sus flores a la primavera,
ardores inclementes al estío,
al otoño abundancia lisonjera,

y al aterido invierno hielo y frío,
que ceda un punto de su fe primera,
cuanto menos que falte el amor mío.

Vicente García de la Huerta

*También intitulado Explicación de la firmeza del verdadero amor.

I’ve chosen this poem simply because it expresses in quite a few words how great and infinite love can be.



A Dream –Songs of Innocence-

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my Angel-guarded bed,
That an Emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.

Troubled, 'wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broken I heard her say:

"O, my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see:
Now return and weep for me.''

Pitying, I drop'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied: "What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?

"I am set to light the ground,
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home.''

- William Blake



Laughing Song

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, Ha, He!''

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread,
Come live & be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of "Ha, Ha, He!''

- William Blake

In the case of these two William Blake’s poems, the main reason why I chose them is the clear image you can easily picture in your mind as you read them.

Anthology

My Poems

‘I am from’ poem:

I am from the corner where a gust of wind and an infinite calm meet
I am daughter of the sweetest song and the saddest poem
I believe in the power of your salty tears
I dream of your smile drawn on every moon
I am from the corner where a gust of wind and an infinite calm meet

Kind Gardens

Flying flag
Cut corks
Clown cake
Green pinafore
Kind Marita
Cheerful Adriana
Pleasant days
Shiny sun

Windmill

Windmill
Speeds
As the wind
Blows,
Showing
Its
Unachievable dream
Of flying.

The Little Black Boy

Some classes ago, we were asked to present our own interpretation of a chosen poem using Power Point presentation... Once again, the class was great! Each group interpreted the poem it had chosen in a different way: asking questions to the poem itself (good work Jan!), relating it to songs, using images, focusing on its historical / social context, giving emphasis to the author's biography, etc. I think we are doing a good job, let's go on working!

Below you will find the interpretation Janeth and I did. (I'd have liked to upload the PPp, but I'm not sure whether it is possible... :( )

THE LITTLE BLACK BOY by William Blake

The author…

• 1757-1827
• English poet, painter and printmaker.
• Reverent of the Bible but hostile to the Church of England.
• William never attended school and was educated at home by his mother.
• Blake abhorred slavery and believed in racial and sexual equality.



The poem…

This poem was published in Songs of Innocence and Experience in 1789, during a time when slavery was still legal and the campaign for the abolition of it was just beginning.

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

What do black and white convey in this first stanza?

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noonday.

Why does the author chose the word ‘sun’ to represent the place where God lives?

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn'd the heat to bear

The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.

Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,

And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

‘Come out from the grove…’ What does it mean?

Thus did my mother say and kissed me
And thus I say to little English boy.

When I from black and he from white cloud free,

And round the tent of God like lambs we joy,

What does the word ‘cloud’ represent in this stanza?

I'll shade him from the heat till he can bear
To lean in joy upon our father’s knee;
And then I'll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

Why does the black boy want to ‘shade him from the heat’?

A nice ship to make a voyage...

Tales in the sand by Neil Gaiman

‘[...]Forget him Nada. Find a breathing man made of blood and bone and flesh and skin. This other can never be yours'' said the bird king.’

Regardless the warnings, she did swallow the flaming berry the little weaver bird had brought her and she fell down as in a deep sleep where she met Kai’ckul.

After I read this story by Neil Gaiman, I started wondering why we always tend to chose what is not suitable, not possible or even forbidden. Why is it that the impossible love is much sweeter than the one we can have? Why is it that the option everyone warns us not to take is the one that attracts us most? Why is it that temptation is stronger than ever when we know that something is strictly prohibited? Is it idle curiosity or a human need of breaking the rules?

Boule de Suif: my interpretation...

This short-story written by French author Guy de Maupassant is set in the Franco-Prussian War and is about the trip of ten French civilians leaving Rouen (recently occupied by the Prussians) and fleeing to Le Havre in a coach.
From my point of view, the story has several themes, some of them clearly stated and some others less noticeable, but all of them equally important and controversial. I might say that patriotism, social classes and religion are the ones that called my attention in first place. But then, as I went on reading, I found morality an interesting issue. Boule de Suif, whose birth name is Mademoiselle Élisabeth Rousset, is an attractive and desirable courtesan and an immoral woman in the eyes of her apparently respectable travel companions. In spite of the fact that her work on bringing pleasure to men may be seen as sinful, she is actually the only one in the coach who truly possess a code of ethics. I think this is clearly shown when she refuses to sleep with the Prussian Commandant, since sleeping with the enemy would mean breaking the set of rules that she holds with much conviction. Finally, and after being manipulated by the other passengers, she do commit what she considers an immoral act in order to free herself and her companions. Once again, here it appears the respectable passengers’s lack of moral values who not only do not thank her for her act but also show her great disrespect.
As a conclusion, I think we should all try not to prejudge since not everything is what it seems to be.

Bibliography:

http://www.sgcfrench.co.uk/Notes%20on%20Contes%20de%20la%20Guerre2007.htm

My "Painterpretation":

Writing my first paper...

Hi mates! The following text is what I have written for my paper up to now. I will really appreciate your comments on it!

“The Picture of Dorian Gray” & immortality.

Introduction:

Since the human being discovered his mortality, he has been trying to be immortal. The condition of being exempt from death or destruction has been subject of study of different spheres; from religion and philosophy to science “the concept of living in a physical or spiritual form for an infinite or inconceivably vast length of time”* is a phenomenon which is still not known for certain to be achievable.


Thesis:

As many other issues that have been subject of fascination to mankind, immortality has been present in literature, and "The Picture of Dorian Gray" can certainly be considered an example (of it?). In this Oscar Wilde's novel, concepts of immortality and death are tied to concepts of aesthetics.
The purpose of this paper is to analyse the two-sided answer to the querie on immortality provided in “The Picture of Dorian Gray”


Conclusion:

...different manners in which immortality is fostered throughout "The Picture of Dorian Gray”. Both Dorian Gray and Basil Hallward try to achieve immortality through the portrait, though in not the same way; Dorian (wants) it to be the recipient of his own ageing and, therefore, he could live eternally, while Basil, as any other artist, considers artwork as the means of living forever.

A nice place to live in...

Colourful Class...

A couple of classes ago, our teacher Pilar asked us to find a gap in the story "The Colourful Life of Calum McCall" and give an oral presentation in groups in order to show our own interpretation to the rest of the class... I cannot even describe how amazing this class was!!! Each group found a different gap and related it to topics such as innocence, sadness, addictions, ambitions, etc. The interpretations were presented by using very interesting and varied extra material which included songs, stories, pictures and some activities

(--->We even created our pieces of art!<---)

"Days of Innocence" by Ednita Nazario (http://myportfolio-janeth.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-colours.html)

"Age of False Innocence" by Blind Guardian

"Paint it Black" by The Rolling Stones

"Colors" by DJ Taka

"She's a rainbow" by The Rolling Stones

"Cocaine" by Eric Clapton

It was fantastic to share our thoughts (and feelings as well) in a truly "multi-modality" class! Hope to do it again soon!!!

Calum Mc Call: From a colourful world to a colourless one

The innocence of children is, obviously, related to the amazement that simple things provoke on them. A bright blue sky or an afternoon sun are enough to make them enter an imaginary world where colours and shapes mix together giving life to the most unbelievable characters.

In the days of his youth, all the colours Calum has known as a small child disappear. He is growing up and losing his dreams as well. And when he tries asking his parents why everything that sorrounds him seems to be different, "elbows off the tables" and "sit up straight" are the answers he receives.

This amazement seems to reappear when Calum falls in love: certainly all or at least most of us experience the same feeling. I consider being in love the return of innocence: everything seems to be new and wonderful. You feel as if you were flying and treasure every moment as if it were the happiest of your life.

But when Calum's heart is broken, the amazement disappears again as well as colours and hope itself. Many of us may have experienced the same, feeling that one's whole world collapses and it is replaced by a black place that knows no end and where we cannot escape from. Sometimes we recovered, but some others we go on being afraid to fall in love again.


Years later, when his own son points to the sky and gurgles with pleasure, Calum can see nothing amazing, though, I think, his memory reminds him there is something he has lost: the ability to enjoy simple things.



His dreams are decolourized. Colours have no place in Calum's life anymore, responsabilities have taken over. Now, getting up early to reach boundless ambitions is all what matters.






After I read "The Colourful Life of Calum McCall", many questions arose, but there is one in particular which I would like you to (try to) answer:

Are we all eventually going to live in a colourless world?

Reading makes us fly...

www.educared.org.ar

What is reading and writing for me?

Reading is a door to a world of imagination, to new realities where you can be whoever you want, where nothing is too high to reach or too heavy to carry, where nobody or everybody can enter with you... where your soul and your mind play together.

Writing gives you the possibility of sharing your thoughts, your feelings, your dreams. For those who see writing as a terribly difficult activity, I think it is only a matter of time until they find the pleasure of expressing themselves freely. I am about to find it.