Era la Vispera de Navidad

With a little help from his father, Juan learns to face his fear of the dark. When he is shown that in the dark he can magically "see" things that he can't during the day, nighttime becomes an inviting rather than scary place. Juan aprende como combatir su temor a la oscuridad con un poco de ayuda de su padre. Cuando descubre que la oscuridad puede ser mágica, y que él puede "ver" en la noche cosas que nunca puede ver durante el día, la noche llega a ser un lugar cómodo y no temeroso.

Set in a Middle Eastern town, this culturally sensitive tale tells of a grandmother who predicts her own death. In preparation, Grandma Sara decides to give away her most treasured possessions. She leaves her horse to her favorite grandchild, Liana, who learns about responsibility as well as the hardships of facing death. Text copyright 2004 Lectorum Publications, Inc.

¡Hola! Mi nombre es Martín Piquín y cuando nací mi piel era color chamoy, eso cuentan. Soy un destacado alumno de la escuela República de Chile; me declaro fanático de la música y los videojuegos, pasión que comparto con los dos mejores amigos del mundo: Max y el Piel de Paloma. ¡Somos inseparables! En la escuela y en la calle, siempre buscamos diversión, aunque por encima de todo, nos encanta tocar en nuestra banda... ¡pero eso es un secreto! En esta aventura, Martín Piquín y sus amigos se enfrentarán al trío más malvado del salón, «Los muy salsa». Estos le han hecho una...

Life took me by unexpected paths, as a child I dreamed that the sky was an ocean of infinite crystal. And today I still feel it or thinking like that ... here I leave my love, my forgiveness, my pain, my passion, my devotion, my secrets, my ailments, my experiences. Hopes, failures, dedications, dreams of my imagination ... or creation ... whoever reads with his heart will feel identified. I started writing at age 17 for my first lost love ... that eternal and pure feeling that will never give up our hearts ... I admit that I also did it to fall in love. I never imagined that writing, feeling ...