Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Hans Christian Andersen. Mostrar todas las entradas
Mostrando entradas con la etiqueta Hans Christian Andersen. Mostrar todas las entradas

domingo, 24 de diciembre de 2017

¡Feliz Navidad 2017!

Navidad siempre nos llega con cierta nostalgia, de recordar a los seres queridos que ya no están, y con un dejo de “ojalá la próxima sea mejor”. De todos modos ¡Feliz Navidad para todos!, en cada rincón del planeta, que todos tengan un plato de comida para poner en la mesa y que el niño Dios nos bendiga.

Más abajo te mostramos el relato de Hans Christian Andersen, La pequeña de los fósforos, y al final una canción imperdible de Elvis Presley sobre la navidad y los autores que publicaron en aquella época.

 

viernes, 20 de mayo de 2016

The Little Match Girl

"The Little Match Girl" (La pequeña de los fósforos) es una historia del poeta y autor danés Hans Christian Andersen. La historia, sobre los sueños de una niña, fue publicada por primera vez en 1845. Ha sido adaptada a varios medios, incluyendo un film animado y un musical para television.

Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening—the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had until then worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she struggled across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by extremely fast.
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.