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17 octubre 2019
¿Qué he leído? Trilogía Falcó (Falcó, Eva y Sabotaje)
OPINIÓN
En estos días he terminado la trilogía Falcó, (Falcó, Eva y Sabotaje) de Arturo Pérez-Reverte y tengo que decir que me gustó mucho porque son tres novelas están muy bien escritas y son muy entretenidas, sobre todo las dos primeras, Falcó y Eva, porque Sabotaje, en mi opinión, es la peor de esta serie.
Además también me gustó mucho que las tres novelas se desarrollaran durante la Guerra Civil Española, una época en la que se cometieron muchas barbaridades y se que reflejan, de alguna manera, en la trilogía.
FICHA TÉCNICA
Formato: EPUB.
Páginas: 296.
Editorial: ALFAGUARA.
Lengua: CASTELLANO.
ISBN:.
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01 octubre 2019
Las primeras palabras
Fuente: propia
Estás en la puerta. Ya no pasas.
Te quedas ahí esperando la osadía,
para que te lleve en volandas,
y rompas el silencio que te cubre como un manto,
que te agarrota y te tranca la garganta.
Te quedas ahí esperando la osadía,
para que te lleve en volandas,
y rompas el silencio que te cubre como un manto,
que te agarrota y te tranca la garganta.
Esperas a que llegue la luna,
la uña que se mece en el cielo,
y que no ilumina,
pero que es aliada del señor oscuro.
la uña que se mece en el cielo,
y que no ilumina,
pero que es aliada del señor oscuro.
Ahí te presentas, cuando las estrellas te parpadean,
con sus iluminaciones muertas,
entonces tocas, a esperar que el silencio se rompa,
vuelves a tocar hasta que todas las puertas se abren
y entonces entras, pero nadie te espera.
con sus iluminaciones muertas,
entonces tocas, a esperar que el silencio se rompa,
vuelves a tocar hasta que todas las puertas se abren
y entonces entras, pero nadie te espera.
Te sientas a esperar a oír las primeras palabras,
y si no llegan,
te irás por la mañana con el primer rayo del sol,
que ya no es rayo, sino quimera.
y si no llegan,
te irás por la mañana con el primer rayo del sol,
que ya no es rayo, sino quimera.
Volverás mañana, con la luna menos luna,
a que te permitan entrar,
a esperar a oír las primeras palabras,
aquellas que nunca te permitirán decir,
pero que siempre has querido oír
a que te permitan entrar,
a esperar a oír las primeras palabras,
aquellas que nunca te permitirán decir,
pero que siempre has querido oír
30 septiembre 2019
One step

Keep walking and cross the desert of hope,
to leave the known behind,
the family courtyard,
the streets of friends,
and the laughter of Grandpa's nights.
Breaking ties,
and have your life tied to your back,
because you can't take any more,
just the percentage of misery you got at the fair;
nothing else.
Take you with me in search of light
that hasn't been seen yet,
the one they say is beyond,
of a million steps in solitude.
Follow because your gaze is my breath,
your snails that sing the future,
your warm hands that urge you to take a step further.
After arriving, see the wall,
stop it and feel the cold;
we have arrived,
a step away from being,
that you'll be ripped out of my hands,
to lose your gaze and your warmth,
and just keep your tears.
Then dream of despair,
that vertebrae and multiply,
like an invisible virus,
that ends up drowning me into silence.
You don't understand; neither do I.
Hands, gags, lights, shackles
and finally the bars of incomprehension.
Then come back with the rubble of hope on your back,
to lift the bloody knees,
with split dolls,
and get back on track because there's nothing left behind.
29 septiembre 2019
28 septiembre 2019
Books and me
Source: own
Books are very important in my life, because they opened (and continue to open) doors and windows for me and showed me paths that I would otherwise never have imagined or traveled.
I was a late reader of books, I began to read them on a regular basis when I was thirteen. Before, I also read, above all comics and comics, which is another form of reading that led me to be what I am today.
I began to read regularly when I arrived at Alonso Quesada High School to study high school in September 1980.
At Alonso Quesada I began to relate to books, led by the teachers of Language and Literature, knowing the great writers we had in Spain.
Perhaps, the turning point, where everything changed, was in the second year of high school when a teacher of Language and Literature invited us to participate in a reading club, which met every fifteen days in the afternoon at the institute. I didn't think about it and signed up. It was the best decision I had made in a long time, because, from that moment on, my life took a 180-degree turn, because my vision of the world, which was tiny, widened in an extraordinary way, as if I had been given a wide angle with which I could access a multitude of knowledge that I didn't have before.
From that moment I began to read in an almost compulsive way, I read all that fell into my hand, not only the compulsory reading novels that we put in high school, but also the novels that my friends left me and those that I borrowed from the high school library because at that time the family economy was not very buoyant.
So books and reading began to become part of my life and have not ceased to be since those days when I discovered them, with the discouragement that I would have liked to have started reading books earlier, but the circumstances were what they were.
Whenever I give a talk to children and young people, I don't miss the opportunity to tell them to read, to immerse themselves in the books because I'm sure they will have the opportunity to change their lives forever. Of that I am absolutely certain.
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