lunes, 8 de septiembre de 2014

Los regalos de septiembre





Texto de María Bautista
Ilustración de Raquel Blázquez

De repente, llegó septiembre. La gente volvió a casa y poco a poco, las ciudades, tan vacías durante agosto, fueron llenándose de habitantes. 

-          ¡Se acabó la playa! ¡se acabó el descanso! –se escuchaba lamentarse a todo el mundo por las esquinas.

lunes, 1 de septiembre de 2014

¿Cómo leo con mi bebé?

Hace unas semanas hablábamos de qué libros eran los más apropiados según las edades de los niños. Hoy lo que os vamos a explicar es como ayudar a mejorar la atención del bebé y hacer que la lectura con él sea divertida desde los primeros meses de vida.

En primer lugar, como ya comentamos en el post de qué leer, es fundamental escoger libros para bebés, los de tela o plástico o libros de hojas de cartón duro para que el niño pueda jugar con ellos, manipularlos, etc.

Hugo’s Training Wheels


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


Hugo was already older. Or so he felt, much older. So he did not understand why his parents refused to buy him a real bicycle. Not a tricycle like the one he had, but rather an authentic cyclist’s bicycle, with which one day he will become champion of the Tour de France. He insisted so much and wished for it so much that, finally, on his birthday, his parents gave him a lovely bicycle.

– I love it!! Can we go to the park to try it out?

But what Hugo did not know was that riding a bicycle was much more complicated than he had thought. And, that his mother would have to help him the whole morning. 

lunes, 25 de agosto de 2014

The Kids Who Learned to Dream


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


In the African village where Moussa lived, there was a very big problem. In reality, as it was a very poor village, there were many problems, but one was bigger than the rest. The kids had forgotten how to dream. 

And although this was a very big problem, nobody seemed to care too much. In the end, dreams were only dreams. They did not feed, quench thirst, protect the house nor keep it clean. Dreams, for all the kids in this village, were something impractical and useless.