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
Persentimental descends.

IN cylinder,
IN cylinder,
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
Pressure grows,
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.
Breathe in,
Breath out,
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.

OJĀRS VĀCIETIS (1933 -1983)

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.
Yellow got covered with snow maples.
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.
Maply got yellow covered with snow
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,
Latvian necklace...

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!

ALEKSANDRS ČAKS(1901 – 1950)

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.

Ice- cream!!!
How many times I have gone by tram
Without a ticket
Only to buy you!

Your waffle
Blossom for money
On every corner of a ciry,
Your waffles
Wonderfully yellow,
As in shops of tearoze boulevards,
Your waffles,
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.

Ice- cream
Your coolness seductive
I have felt sharplier
Then girl’s lips and fear,
A calendar of my agedness,
Loving you
I was learning to love
All my life and longing.

You are the first musical instrumenti f my youth,
Five-floor long,
Grey macaron,
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.


City boy

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.

FRICIS BĀRDA(1880 – 1919)

Is one of the most philosophically educated Latvian poets at the beginning of the 20th century.
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.

Rain… Rain…
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
Soft, honeyed
As child’d soft hands
Raised to the sky

Birches- Bērzi

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.

ASPAZIJA (1865 – 1943)

The brightest poetess of her time, fighting for a serious art, for women’s right, for social progress.
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(1865 – 1929)

The poet gains recognition in 1903 after his collection ”Far – away moods in a blue evening” is edited.
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 (“Rīts”)
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.

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.

CLOUD („Mākonītis”)
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.

Monday 9 June 2008

Lermontov, Mikhail Yuryevich (1814-1841)

Russian poet and novelist, whose eloquent works combine lyric romanticism with a passionate espousal of liberty. He was born in Moscow and educated at Moscow State University and a military school in Saint Petersburg. He became an officer of the guards, but his real interest was poetry. In 1837 he first gained recognition when he addressed to the czar an impassioned elegy called "On the Death of a Poet" as a protest against the death of the Russian poet Aleksandr Pushkin. In the poem Lermontov charged that the czar was suppressing freedom and art. As a result, Lermontov was exiled to the Caucasus. After his return in 1838, he published a collection of poems and wrote his famous autobiographical novel, A Hero of Our Time (1840; trans. 1886). Among his other well-known works are the narrative poems The Demon (1829-41; trans. 1930) and The Circassian Boy (1840; trans. 1875).

The sail

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!...

Sergei Alexandrovich Yesenin (1895-1925)

was born in Konstantinovo in the Ryazan region of Russian Empire to a peasant family. He spent most of his childhood in his grandparents' home. He began to write poetry at the age of nine. In 1912, he moved to Moscow where he supported himself working as a proofreater in a printing company. The following year he enrolled in Moscow State University as an external student and studied there for a year and a half. His early poetry was inspired by Russian folklore. In 1915, he moved to St.Petersburg, where he became acquainted with fellow-poets Aleksander Blok, Sergei Gorodetsky, Nikolai Klyuev and Andrey Bely. It was in St. Petersburg that he became well known in literature circles.Aleksandr Blok was especially helpful in promoting Yesenin's early career as a poet. Yesenin said that Bely gave him the meaning of form while Blok and Klyuev taught him lyricism.
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”.

Good morning

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
“Good morning”

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (1803-1873)

Tyutchev was significant Russian poets, one of the most outstanding representatives of philosophical and political lyric poetry. Tyutchev was born on December 5, 1803 on an estate 200 miles southwest of Moscow.
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,
Цветы отцвели,
Лучи побледнели —
Зефиры ушли.
Так что же нам даром
Висеть и желтеть?
Не лучше ль за ними
И нам улететь!
О буйные ветры,
Скорее, скорей!
Скорей нас сорвите
С докучных ветвей,
Сорвите, умчите,
Мы ждать не хотим,
Летите, летите!
Мы с вами летим!..

Kostas Kubilinskas (1923-1962)

Kostas Kubilinskas is one of the popular children's poets.
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.
Kostas Kubilinskas


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.

Violeta Palcinskaite

Poetess and the dramatist.

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

Violeta Palcinskaite

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.

Violeta Palcinskaite

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

Meeting in Gran Canaria


Exhibition of educational centres from Greece, Latvia and Lithuania.

The exhibitions of the students' works from Greece, Latvia, Lithuania as well as "El Canario" Primary School took place on Monday 7th April 2008. On the following, you can watch a slide show of some the works of the Lithuanian, Greek and Latvian participants. Put the mouse pointer on the pictures to know the country they belong to.

Exhibition of student's works from El Canario Primary School

On the following, you can watch a slide show of students' works from El Canario Primary School, Santa Lucía de Tirajana, Gran Canaria, Las Palmas, The Autonomous Region of the Canary Islands, Spain. This slide show is made of students' works from Infant Education to sixth grade of Primary Education.

Tuesday 27 May 2008


She was born in Las Palmas in 1907 in a family dedicated to Art. So that, she studied Music, Poetry and Dramatic interpretation.

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 was born in Las Palmas of Gran Canaria in 1838. He lived his first youth Tenerife, Later, he came into la Academia de Infantería de Toledo in 1852 and then he participated in War of Africa between 1859 and 1860.

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.


He was born on 30th June in Las Palmas of Gran Canaria. He studied at Pérez Galdós Secondary Institute School, where he was a pupil of one vanguards writer named Agustín Espinosa.

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 was born in Madrid in 1920. He lives in Las Palmas of Gran Canaria when he was a child and he studied in The University of La Laguna and Madrid.

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.


Tomás Morales was born on October 10th 1884 in Moya. Nowadays, his parents´ house is a museum. He studied in San Agustín school, a quiet village of Vegueta, where years before, Benito Pérez Galdós had studied.

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 was born in Vallehermoso-La Gomera in 1905. Soon, his parents transferred to Tenerife. In La Laguna, he studies teaching profession. His first book “Líquenes” appeared in 1928. García Cabrera was the foundator of “Gaceta de Arte”, two canary vanguards magazines and the other texts “Los senos de tinta”(1934).

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.


This Spanish poetess was born in 1918. Her family hadn’t got economic recourses and for than she couldn’t receive a good education. However, when she was 20 she published her first books about infant stories. In 1961, she obtained a scholarships Fulbright to teach Spanish literature in Pennsylvania University.

She won some prizes and an accesit for her stories and poems. In her work, it´s very important books like “Poesía ignorada” (1950) “Aconsejo beber hilo” (1954) and “Poeta de Guardia” (1980).

Gloria Fuertes died in Madrid on 27Th of November in 1998.

Miss Pito Piturra

Miss Pito Piturra
has a pair of gloves,
Miss Pito Piturra
very fashionables.
Miss Pito Piturra
has a hat,
Miss Pito Piturra
with a feather duster.
Miss Pito Piturra
has a shoe,
Miss Pito Piturra
It fits her Wide.
Miss Pito Piturra
has shawls,
Miss Pito Piturra
with three moths.
Miss Pito Piturra
has a pair of gloves,
Miss Pito Piturra
very larges.
Miss Pito Piturra
has a pair of gloves,
Miss Pito Piturra
I’ve said it before!


The birds haven’t got teeth,
with the peaks them enough.
The birds catch fishes
without net or cane.
The birds, like the angels,
have wings.
The birds are artists
when they sing.
The birds paint the air
in the morning.
At night
they are musicians asleep
in the branches.
It’s a pity to see a bird in the cage.

How to Draw a Child

To draw a child,
we must do it with love.
Draw him a long fringe,
eating a wafer,
a lot of freckles on his face,
to let us know he is naugthy,
let’s continue the picture:
cheese round face.
Because he is a trendy boy,
drinks syrup with soda water.
Wears a pair of jeans
with a beautiful hole;
and a little corduroy flat cap.
Football boots,
at shooting, he is an artist.
He is laughing all the time,
because he is very intelligent,
a tale under his arm,
that’s why he is having fun.
To draw a child,
we must do it with love.


He was born in Orihuela 1910. He reads classic Spanish authors and he entered en El Radical circle with his great friend Ramón Sijé, the person who Miguel Hernández dedicated the most beautiful poem in Spanish Language.
Later, he published some poems in Orihuela newspaper and El Gallo Crisis magazine. In 1933, his first book appeared: Perito en lunas.
In 1934 he transferred to Madrid some difficulties. In 1935, he published “El rayo que no cesa”, integrated by written sonnets following the classic forms of the Gold Century.
When the Civil War began, Hernández, affiliated to the communist group of Spain and he came in the republican army.
During the War, his poetic production had a politic character, like “Viento del pueblo” published in 1937. This same year, he got married with Josefina Manresa and participated in activities of…


He was born in Sevilla in 1875 and later, he lived in Madrid where he studied.

This author belongs to literate movement known as Generation of 98. Probably, he is one of poet who everybody reads nowadays.

In 1893, he published his first text in prose while his first poems appeared in 1901.

He travelled to Paris in 1899, town which he visited in 1902 again. In this year, he met Rubén Darío, who was his best friend. In the same date, he met Unamuno, Valle-Inclán, Juan Ramón Jiménez… in Madrid.
He was chosen member of Real Spanish Language Academic.


The sun is a fire balloon.
the moon is a purple disc.
A white dove stays
at the centenarian cypress.
The pictures of myrtles
look powdered.
A quiet garden and a quiet afternoon!
Water sounds in a marble fountain.


Federico García Lorca was born in 1898, in Fuente Vaqueros, a small village in Granada. His mother, Mrs. Vicenta Lorca was his first teacher. She inculcated his affection for music and poetry, for that, Lorca uses more his second surnames. His father Mr. Federico García was an accommodated farmer.
He learnt popular songs and since he was a child he was interested in romantic and classic literature.
Theatre was one of his favourite affection and he liked to act and to rehearsal theatre performances for his family and his friends. He loved puppets.
Lorca realized a travel around Spain between 1916 and 1917 with his teacher and other partners.
He met Antonio Machado in Baeza during this travel. His first book, “impressions and landscape” (1918), describing four travels. When he came back, Lorca left his studies of music and began to write poetry. He met the compositor Manuel Falla in 1917.
In 1919, Lorca went to Madrid in 1919 and he installed in the Students Residence, where he lived in 1928. He wears for the first time a theatre show: “El maleficio de la mariposa” in Madrid in 1920. The work failed. He continued to write poetry and he published in 1921”Book of poem”. This year, he started to write “Poema del cante jondo”.
In 1922, he organized with Manuel Falla “La fiesta del cante jondo”. It was celebrated in Granada.
He was killed in Fuente Vaqueros in August 1936 for his politic ideas and for his sexual condition.

Señorita of the Fan

The señorita
of the fan
goes over the bridge,
over the cool river.
The gentlemen
in their waistcoats
look at the little bridge
without railings.
The señorita
of the fan,
with skirts a-flying,
is seeking a husband.
The gentlemen
are already married
to tall blond ladies
of the white language.
Crickets are singing
in the west.
(The señorita
walks through the greenery.)
Crickets are singing
under the flowers.
(The gentlemen
go towards the north.)


The mistaken afternoon
was dressed in cold.
Behind the murky windowpanes
all the children watch
a yellow tree change
into birds.
The afternoon stretches out
along the river.
And a blush of apple
trembles in the roof tiles.

A Song Sung

In cold gray
the Griffon bird
was clothed in gray.
And there from little Kikiriki
whiteness and shape
were taken away.
To enter cold gray
I painted myself gray.
And how I sparkled
in the cold gray!


They have brought me a snail.
Inside it sings
a map-green ocean.
My heart
swells with water,
with small fish,
silvery, shadowy.
They have brought me a snail.

The Lizard is Crying!

Mr. Lizard is crying.
Mrs. Lizard is crying.
Mr. and Mrs. Lizard
in little white aprons.
Have gone and lost
their wedding ring.
Ah, their little leaden wedding ring,
ah, their little ring of lead!
A large sky without people
carries the birds in its balloon.
The sun, rotund captain,
wears a satin waistcoat.
Look how old they are!
How old the lizards are!
Oh, how they cry and cry,
Oh! Oh! How they go on crying!

A Little Song from Seville

Dawn is awakening
in the orange grove.
The little golden bees
are looking for honey.
Where will they find
the honey?
It's in the blue flower,
In the flower
of that rosemary yonder.
(A little chair of gold
for the Moor.
A chair of brass
for his wife.)
Dawn is awakening
in the orange grove.

Silly Song

I wish I were silver.
you'd be very cold.
I wish I were water.
you'd be very cold.
Embroider me on your pillow.
That I will!
Right away!


Butterfly air,
what beautiful you are,
butterfly air
gold and green.
Butterfly air,
stay there, there, there! …
You aren’t wanted to stop,
not want to stop.
Butterfly air
gold and green.
Light of streetlight,
Butterfly air,
stay there, there, there! …
Stay there!
Butterfly, are you there?


He was born in 1902 in El Puerto de Santa María, Cádiz and he died in Madrid in 1999.

He was considerate as a wonderful poet in Spain. He was the last poet of Generation of 27, he won a National Prize of Literature in 1925 and Cervantes prize in 1983.

During the Civil War, he participated in Spanish politic and directed in several magazines with communist orientation.

Rafael Alberti was in exile 38 years. Later, on April 27th, 1977 he comes back to Spain. The first words when he goes down the plane were: “I went out with my closed hand and I return with my opened hand like a symbol of concordance between all of Spaniards”.

Some work:
· “13 bandas y 48 estrellas”
· “Con los zapatos puestos tengo que morir”.
· “El alba del alhelí.
· “La arboleda perdida”
· “Lo que canté y dije de Picasso”.
· “Marinero en Tierra”
· “Sobre los ángeles”
· “Cal y canto”
· “Sermones y Moradas”
· “A la pintura”


Dove was wrong .
It was wrong.
By going to the North, went to the South.
He believed that the wheat was water.
It was wrong.
He believed that the sea was heaven;
that night was the morning.
It was wrong.
That the stars were spray;
that the heat was the snowfall.
It was wrong.
That your skirt was your blouse;
that your heart was your home.
It was wrong.
(She fell asleep on the shore.
You, at the summit of a branch.)

Monday 26 May 2008


(From 3rd to 9th April). SÓCRATES COMENIUS 1ST YEAR

We’ve analized the positive and negatives points of work and design the work we must make for the third term.


· Children don’t get the production of poetry, although in some levels they start to create poetry.
· Adapt the work to the classroom planning has been difficult because the curriculum is very large and the timetable is very complicate.
· Coordinate the work between the different cycles.

We agreed the following points:

· …Finish working either local or foreign authors for the third term.
· …Share materials (pictures, drawings, foreign authors) every cycle is going to study three different authors, one of each country.
· …Realize the next meeting in winter time. Probably, in December in Latvia.
· …Send biographies of authors to the other countries.
· …Put the biographies on the blog.
· …Deadline to finish the blog: 30th May. We must hang biographies, poems, activities, photos, videos, music…
· …Send the biographies by e-mail, sharing information.
· …Send by e-mail to the Greek partners in order to inform them before 18th April.
· … Design how to work the foreign countries for example relating the project with geography and culture.
· …Know the Spanish and canary poetry.
· …Awake the poetic creativity.

Sunday 18 May 2008

Trying to post pictures

Thursday 10 April 2008


The Meeting Project in Gran Canaria - Spain was celebrated in Abril 3/10 .

In this meeting participated 4 teachers from Greece, 4 teachers form Latvia and 5 teachers from Lithuania.