Jueves naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.
(lo pinta Josh Finney)

Jueves naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo.

(lo pinta Josh Finney)

Miércoles naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo. ¡Allons-y!

Miércoles naciente. Nuestro héroe inicia la jornada con su característico y probado dinamismo. ¡Allons-y!

The other day  I met a bear  Out in the woods  A-way out there. He said to me “Why don’t you run? I see you ain’t Got any gun” And so I ran Away from there  But right behind Me was that bear.
(lo pinta Noriko Senshu)

The other day
I met a bear
Out in the woods
A-way out there.

He said to me
“Why don’t you run?
I see you ain’t
Got any gun”

And so I ran
Away from there
But right behind
Me was that bear.

(lo pinta Noriko Senshu)

The first life is for running The second life is for staring The third life is for climbing The fourth life is for tearing The fifth life is for sleeping The sixth life is for sleeping The seventh life is for sleeping The eighth life is for sleeping The ninth life is for writing my memoirs.
(el dibujo es de Andy Ristaino, el poema de Francesco Marciuliano)

The first life is for running
The second life is for staring
The third life is for climbing
The fourth life is for tearing
The fifth life is for sleeping
The sixth life is for sleeping
The seventh life is for sleeping
The eighth life is for sleeping
The ninth life is for writing my memoirs.

(el dibujo es de Andy Ristaino, el poema de Francesco Marciuliano)

A whale is not as small as us. Most whales are bigger than a bus! A whale is not like a fish in the sea. A whale breathes air like you and me. A whale can’t walk upon the ground. A whale must swim to get around. A whale is a mammal just like me. But its home is in the deep blue sea.
(la pinta Julia Pilipchatina)

A whale is not as small as us.
Most whales are bigger than a bus!
A whale is not like a fish in the sea.
A whale breathes air like you and me.
A whale can’t walk upon the ground.
A whale must swim to get around.
A whale is a mammal just like me.
But its home is in the deep blue sea.

(la pinta Julia Pilipchatina)

The fox and his wife they had a great strife,They never ate mustard in all their whole life;They ate their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!
(el dibujo es de Skia, el poema salió de aquí)

The fox and his wife they had a great strife,
They never ate mustard in all their whole life;
They ate their meat without fork or knife,
And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

(el dibujo es de Skia, el poema salió de aquí)

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,He has a big head and a very small waist;But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,And a good little child will not play with him.
(el dibujo es de Natalie Hall, el poema de Hilaire Belloc)

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are grim,
And a good little child will not play with him.

(el dibujo es de Natalie Hall, el poema de Hilaire Belloc)

With a neck so long,To hear his song,You’ll have to stay,Around all day.He begins his tune,Just before noon.And it comes out right,About midnight!
(el dibujo es de Drake Brodahl, el poema salió de aquí)

With a neck so long,
To hear his song,
You’ll have to stay,
Around all day.
He begins his tune,
Just before noon.
And it comes out right,
About midnight!

(el dibujo es de Drake Brodahl, el poema salió de aquí)

The old crow is getting slow; the young crow is not.Of what the young crow does not know,the old crow knows a lot.At knowing things, the old crow is stillthe young crow’s master.What does the old crow not know? How to go faster.The young crow flies above, below, and rings around the slow old crow.What does the fast young crow not know?Where to go.
(About Crows, de John Ciardi. El dibujo es de J. L. Hirten)

The old crow is getting slow;
the young crow is not.
Of what the young crow does not know,
the old crow knows a lot.

At knowing things, the old crow is still
the young crow’s master.
What does the old crow not know?
How to go faster.

The young crow flies above, below,
and rings around the slow old crow.
What does the fast young crow not know?
Where to go.

(About Crows, de John Ciardi. El dibujo es de J. L. Hirten)

Hoy no toca patrulla. Hoy vendrá un compañero al Cuartel General y todo será alegría.
(los pinta Jeff Dekal)

Hoy no toca patrulla. Hoy vendrá un compañero al Cuartel General y todo será alegría.

(los pinta Jeff Dekal)