Poem: Tiny Feet by Gabriela Mistral

TINY FEET

A child's tiny feet,

 Blue, blue with cold, 

How can they see and not protect you?

 Oh, my God!

 Tiny wounded feet,

 Bruised all over by pebbles, 

Abused by snow and soil!

 Man, being blind,

 ignores that where you step, 

you leave A blossom of bright light,

 that where you have placed your bleeding 

little soles a redolent tuberose grows. Since,

 however, you walk through the streets so straight,

 you are courageous,

 without fault. Child's tiny feet, 

Two suffering little gems, 

How can the people pass, unseeing.

LOS PEQUEÑOS PIES DE UN BEBE

Los pies pequeños de un niño,

 Azul, azul con frío,

¿Cómo pueden ver y no protegerte?

 ¡Oh Dios mío!

 Pequeños pies heridos,

 Contusionado por guijarros,

¡Abusado por la nieve y el suelo!

 Hombre, ser ciego,

 ignora eso donde pones,

dejas una flor de luz brillante,

 que donde has colocado tu sangrado

plantas pequeñas una tuberosa fragante crece. Ya que,

 sin embargo, caminas por las calles tan recto,

 eres valiente,

 sin culpa Pies pequeños del niño,

Dos pequeñas gemas que sufren,

¿Cómo puede pasar la gente, sin ver?

Poem: Where the sidewalks ends

There is a place where the sidewalk ends

 and before the street begins,

and there the grass grows soft and white,

 and there the sun burns crimson bright,

 and there the moon-bird rests from his flight

 to cool in the peppermint wind. 

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows

 black and the dark street winds and bends.

 Past the pits where the asphalt flowers

 grow we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow and watch 

where the chalk-white arrows

 go to the place where the sidewalk ends.

 Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,

 and we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,

 for the children, they mark, and the children,

 they know, the place where the sidewalk ends.

Hay un lugar donde termina la acera

 y antes de que la calle comience,

y allí la hierba crece suave y blanca,

 y allí el sol quema carmesí brillante,

 y allí el pájaro lunar descansa de su vuelo

 refrescarse en el viento de menta.

Dejemos este lugar donde sopla el humo

 negro y los vientos y curvas oscuros de la calle.

 Pasado los pozos donde las flores de asfalto

 crecer vamos a caminar con una caminata que se mide y lento y mirar

donde las flechas blancas como la tiza

 ve al lugar donde termina la acera.

 Sí, caminaremos con una caminata que se mide y se hace lenta,

 e iremos a donde van las flechas blancas,

 para los niños, ellos marcan, y los niños,

 ellos saben, el lugar donde termina la acera.

Talking About Books

What is your favorite story?
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

Who is your favorite author?
Jules Verne

 Who is your favorite character?
Sir Quixote of La Mancha

 What is your favorite genre?
Action, Suspense, War, detective, adventure, modern literature and biography

What is the longest book you have ever read?
One hundred years of solitude

How long did it take you to read it?
1 to 2 hours a week

How many hours do you spend reading in a week?
 I read 1 book a week

Do you have any ideas for a story for you to write? Which one? Do you read books based on recommendations?

What are some of the books that were recommended to you?
My fight,
The lord of Rings,
The Da Vinci code

Were you ever given a bad recommendation?
No

What books have you recommended for other people?
SubTerra,
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

 How often do you go to the library?
I'm gonna the library 1 time per month

 How important is the cover of the book. Do you watch the movie that came from a book?
It's very important, I always read the book and then I watch the movie, although sometimes it's the opposite

 Most people say the book is better than the movie. Is this true for you?
yes! , this is true, because the movie is inspired by the book

Is there a book that you have read more than once?
Yes.

What was the title?
The odyssey

How many times did you read it?
I read it 3 times

Is there a book you just couldn't finish?
No

What was the title?
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What is your favorite time of day for reading?
 I love to read after lunch

Where is your favorite place to read?
In my house or somewhere quiet and peace

 Do you listen to music while you read?
I don't like to listen to music while I'm reading

 Do you often read book before going to bed?
 sometimes ...

 What was the last book that you read?
 The Ingenious Nobleman Sir Quixote of La Mancha

What is your favorite book of all time?
 Around the world in 80 Days
Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea

 Who is a famous writer from your country?
 Pablo Neruda and Gabriela Mistral

 What genre of book do you enjoy most?
My favorite genre of book is Action and adventure

Have you ever tried to read a book in English?
I've tried but there are words that I do not understand yet

 Do you think that it is more valuable to read a book than to watch television?
 reading a book makes a person more cultured and knew

 Have you ever lent books to your friends and never got them back?
it sounds selfish but I do not lend my books to anyone

 How did you feel?
I would be very angry if they do not return it to me

 Do you think that the internet and television will eventually make books obsolete?
 with the internet we can read books, but this does not mean that physical books are obsolete

Phenomenal Women by Maya Angelou¨s

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.   

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

   Poem in Spanish Mujer Fenomenal

Las mujeres hermosas se preguntan dónde radica mi secreto.

No soy linda o nacida para vestir una talla de modelo,

Pero cuando empiezo a decírcelos todas creen que miento

Y digo,

Está en el largo de mis brazos,

En el espacio de mis caderas,

En la cadencia de mi andar,

En la curva de mis labios.

Soy una mujer,

Fenomenalmente.

Mujer fenomenal,

Esa soy yo.

Ingreso a cualquier lugar tan tranquila como es posible,

Y en cuanto al hombre,

Los tipos se ponen de pie o caen de rodillas.

Luego revolotean a mi alrededor,

Una colmena de abejas melíferas.

Y digo,

Es el fuego de mis ojos,

Y el brillo de mis dientes,

El movimiento de mi cadera,

Y la alegría de mis pies.

Soy una mujer,

Fenomenalmente.

Mujer fenomenal,

Esa soy yo.

Incluso los hombres se preguntan qué ven en mí.

Se esfuerzan pero no pueden rozar

Mi misterio interior.

Cuando intento mostrárselos

Dicen que no logran verlo

Y digo,

Está en la curvatura de mi espalda,

El sol de mi sonrisa,

El porte de mis pechos,

La gracia de mi estilo.

Soy una mujer

Fenomenalmente.

Mujer fenomenal,

Esa soy yo.

Ahora comprendes

Por qué mi cabeza no se inclina.

No grito ni ando a los saltos

No tengo que hablar muy alto.

Cuando me veas pasar

Deberías sentirte orgullosa.

Y digo,

Está en el sonido de mis talones,

Las ondas de mi cabello,

La palma de mi mano,

La necesidad de mi cariño,

Por que soy una mujer.

Fenomenalmente.

Mujer fenomenal,

Esa soy yo.

Biography of Maya Angelou"s

Marguerite Annie Johnson Angelou 

She born in April 4, 1928 and died in May 28 2014

known as Maya Angelou, was an American author, actress, screenwriter, dancer, poet and civil rights activist best known for her 1969 memoir, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, which made literary history as the first nonfiction best-seller by an African-American woman. Angelou received several honors throughout her career, including two NAACP Image Awards in the outstanding literary work category, in 2005 and 2009.