Pàgines

Lluna i peixet

 Els Germans Mémoli estan preparant un nou espectacle per als més petits de la casa, i els he ajudat a crear uns elements (una lluna per a fer malabars i un capell de peix) per acompanyar les cançons.




Aspirino

Avui hem fet un petit pallasso d'hospital! I hem fet n'Aspirino de Sonrisa Médica, com no podria ser d'altra manera.



ChaCha de "D Billions"


El petit de la casa és súperfan d'en ChaCha, un dels integrants del meravellós grup D Billions. Aquí teniu la versió pepo per a cantar i ballar!



Harry Potter

Idò tenc una neboda preciosa que des de ben petita li agrada Harry Potter, així que li he fet un joier amb símbols i dibuixos dels seus llibres (i pel·lícules) favorits.


Charlotte's Web

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.
E.B. White

Funeral Blues

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message 'He is Dead'.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

Existeixen?

Ha sentit nins a l'escola

que li diuen que no és ver.

Ella es demana perquè

i caviŀla  tota sola.

El neguit la desconsola

però el desig la confon.

Tot seguit, s'atura el món.

Sent passes. Algú s'acosta...

I ella tanca els ulls a posta

per no saber de qui són.


Maribel Servera Matamales

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