lunes, 21 de julio de 2014

The Anger of the Waves

Texto por María Bautista
Traducción por Dani Moore
Ilustración por Raquel Blázquez


Chapter 1

The door of the sand castle opened and Carla saw a dragon looking bored laying on a mat, a freckled princess playing with a ball, and a clueless prince dancing around with a floatie. The three were in a room with large stately windows, which, however, were very dirty and messy. There were plastic bags cluttering the room, banana peels and cigarette butts…instead of a castle, it looked like a pigsty!

None of the three inhabitants of the castle appeared to realize Carla’s presence, so she coughed and exclaimed:

lunes, 14 de julio de 2014

Who Lives in the Sand Castles?


Texto por María Bautista
Traducción por Dani Moore
Ilustración por Raquel Blázquez


After a long day at the beach, Carla finished her sand castle and contemplated it with satisfaction. Carla loved to construct buildings from sand with her bucket and her shovel. Sometimes the towers of the castles were mountains full of dimples, others, square towers so perfect and smooth like the concrete buildings of the city.

But, what Carla loved most was to imagine who would live in the sand castles that we build on the beach. That day, her grandmother Federica observed her castle, stroked her curly head and, with the expression she always wore when she was about to tell an amazing story, exclaimed:

lunes, 7 de julio de 2014

The House of Horrors

Texto por María Bautista
Traducción por Dani Moore
Ilustración por Raquel Blázquez


Tito was waiting impatiently for the arrival of Friday. That day he was to leave for an outing at the amusement park. Tito wanted to take a ride on everything: the Swings, the Pirate Ship, the Shoot the Chute and the Tilt-a-Whirl.

- On everything? Even the House of Horrors? – Thomas asked him craftily.

Thomas was Tito’s older brother and passed the day cracking jokes: he hid all the pairs of socks so that Tito had to go out with mismatched ones, he moved the toys around so that Tito could not find them, he exchanged Tito’s colored pencils for black pencils, and he put tape on the scissors so that Tito could not open them. Thomas always laughed at him because he was small, so Tito tried showing him that now he was older and said convinced: