Saturday, 13 June 2009
El Canario Nursery and Primary School. Nursery Education 5-year-old students. "THE ABSENT-MINDED GRANDPARENTS"
Thursday, 11 June 2009
El Canario Nursery and Primary School. Nursery Education 4-year-old students. "The Chicken Marcelina"
Friday, 5 June 2009
El Canario Nursery and Primary School. Second Cycle of Primary."The Alisio Wind and The Pirate Wooden Leg."
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Friday, 1 May 2009
Thursday, 30 April 2009
On the way to Bremen, they see a lighted cottage; they look inside and see four robbers enjoying their ill-gotten gains. Standing on each others backs, they decide to perform for the men in hope of gaining food. Their 'music' has an unanticipated effect; the men run for their lives, not knowing what the strange sound is. The animals take possession of the house, eat a good meal, and settle in for the evening.
Later that night, the robbers return and send one of their members in to investigate. It is dark and he sees the eyes of the Cat shining in the darkness. He reaches over to light his candle, thinking he sees the coals of the fire. Things happen in quick succession; the Cat swipes his face with her claws, the Donkey picks up his hooves and kicks him, the Dog bites him on the leg, and the Rooster crows and chases him out the door, screaming. He tells his companions that he was beset by a horrible witch who scratched him with her long fingers (the Cat), a man with a knife (the Dog), a monster who had hit him with a club (the Donkey), and worst of all, the devil who screamed from the rooftop (the Rooster). The robbers abandon the cottage to the strange creatures who have taken it, where the animals live happily for the rest of their days.
On the following you can watch a video of the students' work during different theatrical rehearsals. We hope you enjoy it.
Sunday, 12 April 2009
Objectives, methods, calendar and activities.
“To promote the cooperation between schools and educative communities from different European countries to enrich ourselves from our own differences in order to make a multicultural Europe”.
• To improve the attitudes in our pupils.
• To compare the different cultures and ways of living in order to value the signs of identity in each country.
• To increase attitudes of solidarity, cooperation and tolerance in the Educative Community.
• To exchange experiences and work materials by common consent.
To reinforce the recognition that we are European people in the global world.
• ... Awake the imagination and the fantasy.
• ... Promote the creative.
• ... Increase the writting and oral languages.
• ... Improve the locution, entonation and pronunciation.
• ... Increase verbal games: words, sound and rhyme.
• ... Induce the poetic language.
• …Foster oral expressions through dramatization of poetic works and theatre plays.
• …Develop non-linguistic strategies to express themselves such as: gestures, mime, etc.
• …Discover folk costumes through popular theatre works.
• Collect and classify the documents relationated with activities.
• E-mail between students.
• E-mail between teachers.
• Use of several written and audiovisual materials.
• Video recording of theatre plays.
• Analyze the elaborated documents.
• Plastic Memory.
• Create artistic productions
• 30/10/2008 Approval the General Annual Directive Staff, Staff and Programme Educate Council
• 29/11/2008 Meeting project in Latvia. Coordinators and Teachers
• 03/12/2008 Divulge the project in Latvia Coordinators, Teachers
• 16/12/2008 Divulge the project Coordinator and Staff
• 15/01/2009 Work about the poetry and theatre Coordinator, Staff and reality each country Pupils
• 20/03/2009 Language’s day Educative Community
• 23/04/2009 Book’s day Teachers and Pupils.
• 25/05/2009 Exhibition with literary and artistic Coordinator, Staff, Pupils' works and Community
• 29/05/2009 Popular Theatre Educative Community
• 15/06/2009 Annual Memory and evaluation Coordinator, Staff and Educative Community
• Dramatization of poetics works.
• Dramatization of: air, water, earth and fire.
• Reading Theatre.
• Folk Theatre.
Saturday, 11 April 2009
Sunday, 29 March 2009
We did different interesting excursions to visit places of interest such as Valimera Ice Hall Skating, Stamariena, Brenguli, Riga, etc.
The host partners made us feel at home. Helping us all in everything. They made a very big effort to provide us a pleasant stay at Gulbene.
On the following you can watch a slide show with some pictures from the working sessions, the school at Gulbene and the excursions we made. If you want to listen to the music, just click on the loudspeaker icon.
If you want to look at the main Objectives of the Project, click on the link below.
Thursday, 26 February 2009
Tuesday, 7 October 2008
His first publications were in 1956.
Ziedonis belongs to the poetic generation,of the late 50th and the early 60th, who expressed free thoughts, seeking a new expression, holding up the nation’s spiritual strength.
The author’s poetry is charactised by original thoughts and expressions, unexpected flashes of ideas and theses, paradoxes, realia of everyday speech in poetry, combinig the fragile and the harsh, philosophy.
There is nothing yet
Only lilac taste in the mornings
And white fog
Sleeps in apple trees flowers
I will leave everything I have
Couse it is not the main
And those who know, what the road is
They will forgive me.
There is nothing yet.
Only nights do not have peace
Road columns are walking around the house
And asking about me
Stars are shininhg in
The motorcycle’s eyes
In strange presentiment.
There is nothing yet
Motorkey is sleeping on the table
Oil is sleeping in the tankard
And the driver is sleeping in a difficult sleep
But on a black road’s surfacing
With the first morning dew
And the motors roars.
Guys this way ‘s started!
Only the long roar stays after us,
And whirlwinds mix highway’s dust.
One tenth of a second in the cilinder’s heart
Other second and sparkles lightening thin.
And guys, all this life becomes as one fling into infinity,
One race into infinity...
Days are like series of explosions.
Pulls you put through life.
Other thungs are not important.
Road is very easy, as a rēbuss
Road is so odorant as July
And dirty as March.
There is no finish and won’t be, there is only a start.
Has entered the poetry with a youthful excite-ment, frankness and new winds (collections “ The wind of the far roads”, “In the fires”).
Has been an ardent hater of lies, compromises, being aware of global problems and unsafety of the modern world.
His poetry expression is variegated and rich – from classical four-line rhymes to free poetry and original rhymes of words and sounds.
Because of his talent, integrity and courage, Vācietis became a measurement of poetry and moral values
As huge candlesticks oaks are standing
In nacked autumns and springs
As Latgalian candlesticks oaks are standing
With the moonlight in their brunches
However, the moon is the moon and stars are too far
You don’t nkow about candlesticks’ sufferings.
When at midnights black silence
For candles beg candlesticks’ hands.
But over flows white eternity
Down the Milkyway streams
As huge candlesticks oaks are standing
And waiting for their candles., being his generation’s conscience.
Snowy blossom bird-cherryes.
Meadows got covered with flowers
Ah, how sweet is to sink there!
Get covered with snow like bird-cherries
To snow till insanity snow
And then in get stunck in those meadows
And in lips like in a marsh.
Never have been so light.
Ever the sky’s horizon sounds.
Now the world gives you back,
Things you gave to me.
Snowy bird-cherries snow.
With flowers will fields snow up.
How sweet it is snowing there!
To snow up white as bird-cherries,
To snow till insanity
And then sink in those fields
And lips in a march.
There was never so light
Even the sky’s horizon sounds
Now the world is giving to you all that
you have given to me.
Something quietly, quetly- as snow is snowing,
Something lightly- as faraway memory,
You sing to me, it does not matter, where from,
I am so close to you, that I will definitely hear.
To be closer- it is impossible anyway,
I am so close that you cannot notice the distance,
Everything that exists between us only unites,
So transparent the world can be only when it is happy.
Which water would laugh so much,
If it is drawn with a hand?
God was in love when he created Gauja.
My endless trouble
My feather and paintbrush.
Bloodstring of Vidzeme,
Among all Enisejs,
Elbas and Gangs,
I promise to find you.
I wish you
to have light on your sands
Ryes on you shores
And tears on people funerals.
I wish nor gods, neither devils
To nkow what our words mean
Buti f they catch us and burn
Then only both on one fire!
Čaks was the first Latvian writer, whose works expressed the city theme, compared to the former Latvian literature, which mostly described the country or small villages.
His first poetry collection was edited in 1925, dedicated to Riga and its life. His poetry was full of imagesand themas formerly not depicted in Latvian poetry – the night lifein the city, the homeless, the prostitutes, the poverty and even the drain-pipe.
In Čak’s works, he demonstrates his deep love to Riga, justas it is, which especially is demonstrated in the title – poem of the collection “A heart on the Pavement”
Has written also romantic poems, dedicating them to the Latvian warriors of World War I.
How many times I have gone by tram
Without a ticket
Only to buy you!
Blossom for money
On every corner of a ciry,
As in shops of tearoze boulevards,
Pink as blod,
As lips of ladies and auto nightroom.
The rarest stamps
With multi-coloured tigers as a show-windows,
With long giraffes as a radio towers
I have sold for you.
Your coolness seductive
I have felt sharplier
Then girl’s lips and fear,
A calendar of my agedness,
I was learning to love
All my life and longing.
You are the first musical instrumenti f my youth,
Under your mouth
Ice is growing as a glittering beard-
The only one ice-cream for boys
which was for free.
winter house for flies and centipedes,
the longest tunnel for rain.
Why for you are streching
So fragile and delicate
Along houses upwards,
As well as my sadness?
Why are you so thick
As my indoor plants
And virgins on modern postcards?
It seems that this is destiny for all those
Who strive upwards
From street’s noise
From life’s stoutness cheap.
Listen, ex-swineherds, I am coming to help you!
Me- a city boy,
Adhered to street smell and rudeness,
Hating everything, that is calm and slow.
As I was in my yourth
Crazy, with spit in my mouth as a beast:
I had nobody who could enter me in slowliness
As you did- meadows, cows and lambs.
That is why you like to play your pipes
And to sleep and to dream under willows.
But I like to whistle and to raise the dust on a boulevard
And to push life further as a two-wheeled carriage.
What a scrab of waiting as a servant round the corner,
When a possibility coms!-
Eh, let’s drink, for that I am a shameless person ,
Dear es swineherds...you.
Is a bright and talented master of Latvian romantic poetry.
The basis of his poetry is a visual image picture, through which one can precisely perceive the mood and feelings of the lyrical hero.
Traditional themes – Motherland, love, nature, soul, death, life, eternity-framed into an original imagery and rhythm, philosophical generalization.
A decisive pantheist in nature poetry.
is an outstanding master of children’s poetry – uses original imagery and a special love.
One of the most popular Latvian classics. His collection “A son of the Earth” has been edited at least 12, “Songs and prayers to the True of Life” – 9 times.
Warm May rain!
The sky’s gladness glittering
Making soul to awake
How it is dancing!
How it is shining!How it is glittering
With golden fires
On lime-tree leaves
As child’d soft hands
Raised to the sky
My fatherland’s saint birches
They stand bluish
And with blooming hands
Blessing growing grass
Still flower souls fields
Sending praying to the clouds
Ploughman is going to the field
Old, grey-haired already, power in limbs dissapears
But flower souls sing songs to him
And pet his cheek.
Ah, ah- he is terrible and bad,
This old, this big, this corniferous ram!
Even to Janka he doe not give way
And goes to butt with last year’s calf.
Only today to him happened everything simply.
He went to a spring to take a look at dandelions
And opposite comes the same ram as him.
o- thinks he the business will be! And bah!he strikes !
bah !and into the spring...
he jumped out ans sneezes.
Has opened the history of latvian modern writing.
With Aspazija, the soul enters writing.
Her poetry is very wide – from lyrical poems (collection “An armful of flowers”) to fiery, ardent calls for destroing the old world (collection “The red flowers”).
Aspazija SNOWY DAY (“Sniega diena”)
It is very nice and lovely day
All – big and small have to go out.
Light and bright snow is falling down.
Very well who has a sledge good.
They leave in snow their tracks
And go to up and down.
When wind is blowing pass and overheads.
Aspazija FAIRY TALE (“Pasaciņa”)
On a small and silver grey foal rides L
ittle Fairy-tale. People always think she
Looks like as a pretty little girt
She rides and rides and never stops.
Her foal has silver horseshoes and blue
Bridle made from flowers. She rides and
Rides and nowhere on the world she has not home.
Aspazija THAT IS ME (“Tāda es esmu” )
That is me – sometimes merry as a spring
Sometimes very sad.
Sometimes from my eyes runs spiteful fire
Sometimes lighting runs from my fingers.
That is me.
Among daily viewpoint I feel myself as rose among turnips.
I am a fire among dry switch.
That is me.
Aspazija PRINCESS (“Princese”)
I have listened so many fairy-tales.
But I do not believe them.
I want to find one so nice
That I can remember for a long time.
I want to invent one myself
Where all are nice and real true.
And the nicest would be
Where I am a princess in a golden chair.
Rainis’ personality and works are influenced by the folk-lore, the classic art traditions and the ideas of social justice.
Rainis is a disciple of the world’s great classics – Greeks, Romans, W.Shakespeare, especially J.W.Goethe.
Rainis expresses the peoples thoughts, feelings and desires at decisive historical points.
He has written lyrics, as well as revolutionary and philosophical poetry.
His poetry deals with personal progress, social development, eternity and existence, a dream of social justice.
Morning rides on a white horse
Behind his hat is a half of the moon.
He has a golden sceptre in his hand
He creates colours up and down.
He rides to the side of the world
And stands in his white coat.
From his hands falls down pearls
And all fields and leaves full with them.
BIRD ON THE BRANCH („Putniņš”)
It is very fine to be a bird on the green branch
Wind swings me all days
Breeze sings at nights Flies me feed when fly me pass
Rain gives to drink directly in a mouth
I sing songs for kids in the morning
In twilingth for adults
I sing for myself when I am hungry
When comes winter I run away
I leave my songs for cricket
He will sing them about winter snow and sledge.
One cloud has white skirts with golden covings
The second has the second to dance in the sky
Wind blows the pipe, the Thunderer plays the drums
Many clouds run to look at their dance
They crowd and push each other and
Owerturn big bowl with rain.
GOLDEN SIEVE („Zelta sietiņš”)
Laima (happiness mother) walks over fields
She sifts diamonds’ seeds throw the golden sieve
Who looks throw this golden sieve
That sees whole the world in diamonds.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Monday, 9 June 2008
A lone white sail shows for an instant
Where gleams the sea, an azure streak.
What left it in its homeland distant?
In alien parts what does it seek?
The billows play, the mast bends, creaking,
The wind, impatient, moans and sighs...
It is not joy that it is seeking,
Nor is't from happiness it flies.
The blue waves dance, they dance and tremble,
The sun's bright rays caress the seas.
And yet for storm it begs, the rebel,
As if in storm lurked calm and peace!...
In 1915, Yesenin published his first book of poems, Radunitsa, soon followed by Ritual for the Dead (1916). Through his collections of poignant poetry about love and the simple life, he became one of the most popular poets of the day.In his poetry Yesenin knew how to express passionate love in his earth, nature, to people, but sensation of anxiety, expectation and disappointment are found there. Not long before his death Yesenin created the tragic poem “Black person”.
Golden stars dozed off
The surface of the backwater became to tremble
Light glimmers on the water of the creek
And the horizon reddens.
Sleepy birches smiled
They rumpled their plaits
Green catkins are rustling
Silver dew is flashing.
Nettle that is close to the wattle-fence
Arrayed itself by the bright mother-of-pearl
And, rocking, whispers playfully
Fedor Tyutchev was born into a noble family of moderate wealth. He received excellent education at home and at Moscow University. At 12 he translated Horace and at 16 began writing verses. In those times the children of noblemen were supposed to serve in the army or make a civil career. Tyutchev chose diplomacy. He served in the Foreign Ministry and often went abroad on diplomatic missions, successfully combining civil duties and literary activities. Somehow he almost never got into trouble. People said that he had been born under a lucky star.
When he returned to Russian and once again joined St. Petersburg society, he began a more serious literary career. Tyutchev didn’t want people to know him as a poet. He didn’t take any part in a literary life. His first collection of poems appeared in St. Petersburg in 1854. Shaken by his mistresses death in 1864, Tyutchev wrote little in the following years, and in 1872 a stroke left him paralyzed. Over the next year other strokes followed, and he died on June 27, 1873.
Пусть сосны и ели
Всю зиму торчат,
В снега и метели
Закутавшись, спят —
Их тощая зелень,
Как иглы ежа,
Хоть ввек не желтеет,
Но ввек не свежа.
Мы ж, легкое племя,
Цветем и блестим
И краткое время
На сучьях гостим.
Все красное лето
Мы были в красе —
Играли с лучами,
Купались в росе!..
Но птички отпели,
Лучи побледнели —
Так что же нам даром
Висеть и желтеть?
Не лучше ль за ними
И нам улететь!
О буйные ветры,
Скорей нас сорвите
С докучных ветвей,
Мы ждать не хотим,
Мы с вами летим!..
He was born on June 1, 1923 in the village Rudoje of Vilkavishkio region.
He studied at teacher’s seminary, and from 1946 till 1948 he was a student of Vilnius University and Vilnius pedagogical institute.
In the times of fascist occupation he published some anti-bolshevik verses and several poems because of which was excluded from the section of young writers in Vilnius in 1946. In 1948 Kostas Kubilinskas voluntarily turned in the MGB and was recruited.
His first verses were published in the children's periodical in 1938. Because of his magnificently managing Kostas Kubilinskas could give elegant form to any of his work.
Considering children's psychology Kostas Kubilinskas gave cognitive content to his playful children's poems. All his songs, games, riddles are rich of folk motives.
Kostas Kubilinskas’s creation is rich in bright plots, and we can notice alternation of comic and dramatic situations, moreover all characters have their own individualized speech.
His verses were translated into the Polish, Belarusian, Russian, Moldavian, Ukrainian and other languages.
Kostas Kubilinskas died in 1962 in the village Maleevka of Moscow region. He was buried in Vilnius.
A lot of mushrooms grew in the forest
Let’s go to the forest to pick them up.
Romas (a boy) found a boletus,
That was with a thick stem.
But who makes a lot of noise other there?
It’s Milda (a girl) found a lot of chanterelles.
But an angry orange-cap boletus came from under the moss
And said “Please, be more attentive and
pick up mushrooms carefully.
Please, don’t miss me.
A russula raised its head and asked not to pass it too,
It asked children to pick it up and put in the basket.
A cuckoo cuckoos Cuckoo
The sun sits down
All children hurry home
To cook tasty mushroom soup.
MY LITTLE DAUGHTER
My little daughter steps and asks a lot of questions
Why are whiskers necessary to tomcat?
Why does rooster need a spur?
Why does a hare have a short tail?
Why do worms creep only underground?
What does the word WAR mean?
Where does the sun spend the night?
Why is the grandfather always angry?
Why is the granny always sad?
Why do roses blossom in the world?
Where does a butterfly fly?
Why does a candle burn out?
Little daughter asks questions so quickly
That her dad and mom have no time to answer all her questions.
She was born on the 20th of November 1943 in Kaunas. From 1960 till 1964 she studied at the Vilnius University at the historic-philological department. She published her first collection of the verses at the age of 17 years. She devotes the greatest part of her poetry to the young readers and spectators.
Poetess has translated British folklore tales for children and poems of many well-known writers such as R.Dahl. L.Snickt, J..Wilson from the English language
She has obtained many various state awards.
In 1982 at the international festival of children's and youthful films in Italy the film, which was put under the script written by poetess, was rewarded with the gold medal.
In 1988 the surname of poetess was introduced into the honourable book of the International Council of the youth book (IBBY).
The creation of poetess is playful, with the elements of fairy tale, stylistically easy to read, smooth and bright sometimes transmitting thin grief and romantic mood.
Many verses are originally beautiful and express children's happiness, light and limitless searches for kindness.
Today the poetess does not write new verses, and all that is written earlier, finds a place in various magazines, books and in textbooks for a primary school
Uncle Sleep arrives
When no one sleeps in the city.
Did you get tired? I am coming
And I will give out sleeps to all.
Some children will get colored sleeps, some colorless
I will give it to you as a pillow
Did you get tired? I am coming
I will get out stars.
When all got tired
Uncle sleep screws up his eyes
Did you get tired? I will give out
Many sweet sleeps.
THE CHILD’S CARRIAGE
The child's carriage was stuck in a corner
Dreaming to be a steam locomotive.
“If I had a steam engine
I Could go by rail”
Having heard this news with pure envy
Pig-coin box has fallen from the wardrobe
And scattered a handful of coins in the room
And old clock has become very angry.....
And a needle has got a heart attack
That it has thrust in an old cap.
Wednesday, 28 May 2008
Tuesday, 27 May 2008
In literature he was helped by his brother Claudio de la Torre,
who was a novelist and dramaturge in that epoch. He won a National of Literature Prize, especially like an actress in theatre sessions which were organized in her family’s house and directed by his brother.
In twenties, he travelled to Madrid and she met different writers of the capital of Spain. There, she had relations with Pedro Salinas, Lorca, Alberti and other intellectuals in Students Residence (Madrid). She received a large influence from writers belongs to 27 Generation.
In this important year (1927) she published his first book of poems, titled “Versos y Estampas” with a prologue written by Pedro Salinas, his teacher. Later, she wrote “Poemas en la isla”. During the large period governed by Franco, she only published a book of verses. However, she writes some novels of commercial style and she worked like a cinema and theatre actress.
After Spanish Civil War and when she lived in Madrid again. She worked with María Guerrero in his theatre company. Later, she formed her own comedian company. Finally, Josefina said goodbye with a Spanish TV film “Anillos de oro”. She died in Madrid in 2002.
He got “La Cruz Laureada” of San Fernando for his good action.
Later, he had different destinations in the peninsula, Santo Domingo and Cuba until he left the army for his opposition to the executions of students in 1871.
During the first Spanish republic was a Member of Parliament, Civil Government in Madrid and Minister of the War in Pi and Maragall government.
His life and his work were in order to defend his ideas and he was worried about the union between Canary Islands. Later, he was deported and exiled and then, he lived in Portugal, Cuba and France.
From 1903 to 1905, he was Member of Parliament again. Also, he developed a large literary activity over all like a poet.
He died in Paris in August of 1921.
When he finished his studies, he travelled to Madrid to study Philosophy and letters but he couldn’t it because the Civil Spanish War started.
In 1929 he published his first poem “El barco muerto” in a newspaper named “La voz obrera” and in 1932, he came in Communist group. Later, he participated in the War and finally, he stayed in Lanzarote.
Millares became a very important social lyric poet. His poetry against the politic system and the oppression was a constant shout to freedom.
In 1958, he carried the bibliography section of the Canary museum magazine. In 1982, he published “Andén Verde”, “Tierra Verde” y “Tierra batida” (1986), “Más lejos que yo amargo” (1987) and his last work “Metamorfosis de la estrella” (1988).
In 1985, the Canary Government gives him the prize of Canary literature.
Agustín Millares died in Las Palmas on March 6th of 1089.
He got married and he had four children. He loved literature and chess. He was a good impresser, editor, actor and Director of Insular Theatre. He graduated in Philosophy and Letters, and in 1984, he obtains the prize of “Canarias” of Literature.
From his work in prose, it’s very important “La maleta del Sur” (1956), Desconfianza (1945) Diario de una mosca (1994), “Cuentos sin geografía y otras narraciones” (1968).
From this poetic work perhaps the most important are “La maleta” y “Consejo de Paz”.
Other works are “Cinco poemas (1944) y “Romancero canario”(1946), “Paloma o herramienta” (1989) y “Romance del tiempo” (1950).
As a politic, he was regional member of parliament, President of Insular Town in Gran Canaria and Councillor of education.
He died on September 10th, 2002 in Las Palmas when he was 82 years old.
He studied medicine in Cádiz, then he finished to studies in Madrid where he wrote his first verses and he met other famous authors in those moments: Díez Canedo, Salvador Rueda, González Blano, Salvador Rueda wrote the prologue of his first poetic book “ poemas de gloria, del amor y del mar” edited in 1908- From this moment, Tomás Morales continued writing verses and he became one of he best members of Modernism.
When he finished his studies, Tomás Morales starts to work in Agaete, there he get married with Leonor Ramos de Armas and received to his friends in his house: Poets, artists, actors, and journalists visited to Tomás Morales and spend a nice time: Néstor, Claudio de la Torre, Saulo Torón, Alonso Quesada, Rafael Cabrera, Colacho Massieu and luis Doreste Silva.
The last days of his life, Tomás Morales spent his time in Las Palmas working like a doctor. He was vicepresident of Insular Council. He died He died on 15th August 1921 when he was only 36 years old.
He worked in PSOE. After, military coup García Cabrera was caught, imprisoned and deported to África until 1945. Later, he came back to Santa Cruz. His poetic work grows up and he published again from fifties. In his last books, his poetry has a social and solidarity character.
He died in Santa Lucía of Tenerife in 1981.