El Sembrador de Datiles: Cuento Arabe

A farmer who has lost his crop must answer three impossible questions in order to keep his land. An ingenious friend lends a hand and saves the day, teaching the value of friendship and of wit.

Sin duda, la mejor manera de irse a dormir es después de haber escuchado o leído un precioso cuento. Cada continente, cada país, encierra en su cultura un gran número de cuentos, leyendas, historias en definitiva que los niños del mundo piden a sus padres que les cuenten, sea de forma oral o escrita. Textos cortos y sencillos, con una poderosa ilustración, en un formato manejable y atractivo, harán las delicias de grandes y pequeños. Imprescindible en todas las bibliotecas.

For this mission, Sam must obtain his own shield. Prune knows where to find one in Puddlewink Castle. When they get to the draw bridge, they are stopped by a terrible creature. Will they get past him?

Naomi Soledad León Outlaw has had a lot to contend with in her young life, her name for a start. Then, there are her clothes (sewn in polyester by Gram), her difficulty speaking up, and her status at school as "nobody special." But according to Gram, most problems can be overcome with positive thinking. And with Gram and her little brother, Owen, life at Avocado Acres Trailer Rancho in California is happy and peaceful...until their mother reappears after seven years, stirring up all sorts of questions and challenging Naomi to discover who she really is. Naomi Soledad León Outlaw ha tenido...

Born in 1927 in Yuma, Arizona, César Chavez lived the hard-scrabble life of a migrant worker during the Depression. Although his mother wanted him to get an education, César left school after eighth grade to work. He grew to be a charismatic leader and founded the National Farm Workers Association, an organization that fought for basic rights for farm workers. In powerful poems and dramatic stylized illustrations, Carmen T. Bernier-Grand and David Díaz pay tribute to Chavez's legacy helping migrant workers improve their lives by doing things by themselves for themselves.

Los primeros atisbos de claridad empezaron a rasgar el frío cielo de la noche arropada en oscuridad, atravesando los luminosos rayos de sol de aquella extensa llanura, devolviendo el color ocre a esta tierra inhóspita, habitada únicamente por pequeños roedores y alimañas que se guarecen durante el día entre los escasos matorrales espinosos. Me levanté rápido al alba, como era mi costumbre, y tras desperezarme realizando algunos movimientos de estiramientos, me preparé para la oración a través de la ablución, el ritual del agua, lavándome cara y manos. Tras esto cerré los ojos e...