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Surfing the Web I found this trick very well, maybe already know, this is a figure of paper to be cut and assembled it seems that we follow with his eyes.

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Ignacio Cisneros Aísa

We had presented our friend Ignacio Cisneros in this space. Today we bring an account of his recent book, The Cry of the cat and we want to note once again that despite its modest claim that he can not write, we still cheering with naughty anecdotes are so interesting that when word of mouth and tells when he writes. His prose is equipped with simple language and there is also great value, because writing good and simple, not easy.

AND AFTER THE SAMBA

Varig's flight from Madrid to Rio de Janeiro was about to land. Dawn had only a short time and the flight attendant's voice announcing the arrival ended the last pitch that could occur during the ten hour long journey. My trip was related to the football world championships that were held in Spain next year -1982 -. Considered that it might be a good opportunity for the company to increase sales of our cars with tourist board to the many "Indian" especially the provenance Asturian residing in South American countries. Therefore, I decided to move to Buenos Aires, Caracas, Mexico City and Santo Domingo, to visit some of our best customers and get their support to find partners who, by charging a commission importantly, helped us to make sales persons of English origin that they had planned to travel to Spain during that tournament.
When I went to Oviedo travel agency to organize and purchase the entire trip, the lady who served me recommended me before going to Buenos Aires, the first city that I had intended to visit, would make a two-day stop in Rio de Janeiro, where they were to hold carnivals during the dates I was planning to travel. She said it was worth. The truth is that convinced me right away. I'm that easy as pie.
off the plane, still dressed in winter clothing, in the month of February in Madrid cold. I took a taxi that took me Otton Palace hotel, located on the beach in Copacabana. I went to my room, I crawled into bed and fell asleep immediately. I woke up mid-morning, I dressed in summer clothes, white shorts and blue shirt, white shoes without socks and of course, with sunglasses to protect me from the intense summer sun and left a Brazilian- the street. It was hot. The temperature was 36 º. The sun was shining and the beach was full of bathers. After a walk I sat on a pedestal with a terrace near the beach. I ordered a cold beer and when I was taking I noticed the occupants of another table not far from mine. There were three. Logically, I knew both those who could see their faces. However, I was totally back to me had a neck that immediately reminded me of John Juncosa, my colleague from Barcelona. The same gray hair curly hair very skilled forward, I guess to cover some part of his head hair more depopulated. In any case, I thought what a coincidence, nothing more. But they rose to leave, I saw that the man who had his neck like that of John was John Juncosa. There was no doubt. I called him and when he saw me he was surprised. We had a big hug. I explained why I was in Rio and was very happy coincidence. Then he introduced me to his two friends: one was from Andorra, the son of a brother of Paco Martínez Soria, and the other was a Spaniard who was named Pillo, and lived in Brazil many years ago, and had a travel agency. Juan told me, worked very hard to Portuguese immigrants living in Brazil. Also organized events for Brazilians with folklore ensembles typically sent to tour the world, particularly Europe. In fact, during the carnival was mounted on noon of the same hotel floor where I stayed was a VIP room, office to serve clients and friends. Juan told me, it suited me take a turn in there because there were always lots of fun and I like to drink a caipirinha while watching the most beautiful mulatto Rio that were part of the group that had hired Pillo and, for its spectacular beauty, were which would open the parade of dance schools in the samba carnival last night. They said goodbye and Juan invited me to dinner.
We moved to the Rio Palace hotel to pick up Elga, the wife of Juan, a very pretty, Berlin, who was very surprised when I saw those lands. We ate on the terrace of the hotel, near the pool. It was a delight to watch the waitresses, most of mulatto, very scantily clad, who moved to the rhythm of the samba, one after another, played through the PA.
Juan told me he had been with Elmar Weber to go the next day for a walk along the bay in a yacht of Mercedes-Benz. Weber was the commercial counselor of the mark in Spain. They had not long since been appointed to fill the same position in Brazil, where Mercedes had a truck factory. After spending a couple of hours of desktop, I left the marriage until tomorrow night.
However, when I went to my hotel to sleep, had a message from Weber. John had learned from my presence in Rio and I invited the boat trips. I pick a company car at ten in the morning the next day. Indeed, on time, a black-colored Mercedes 500SE was waiting outside the door of the hotel. A driver of a certain age, in uniform, I smile when I went to the car, I opened the back door of it and we went to River Palace, also in Copacabana. Juncosa picked marriage and we moved to the marina. Although traffic on the streets of the city was very intense, our driver knew all the tricks, among which is doubtful respect to the colors of traffic lights, "and once we got to the dock in which he was docked a of the two yachts that the multinational had in the city. The truck plant in Sao Paulo and was the company had two jets, not very large, managers also used to go to Rio on the weekends. We got out of the car and approached the steps of the yacht. It was not very big, but very nice.
Before boarding, Karlsten greeted us Weingarten, president of the Sao Paulo factory and former director of the Vitoria and Barcelona. He welcomed me with a smile and a warm hug. We knew well from his stay in Spain and our relationship had always been very cordial. He was dressed all in white and its head was a cap of sea captain.
- I'm glad to see you again! "He said.
"Me too, friend Karlsten. I am very happy about this unexpected reunion.
After a while of conversation, wished us good day and got into a very modern yacht which was moored nearby. He had always been fond to sail, and when I lived in Vitoria sailed through the swamp that is near the city.
We boarded the boat in which we expect Weber and Claudine, his wife. As soon as we were on board the boat was launched. The walk along the bay of Rio was beautiful. Worthwhile. At first, we went along the coast and enjoying the unique view of the world's most beautiful city: the Sugar Loaf, Corcovado with Christ the Redeemer, the beaches of Ipanema, Copacabana ... Then we went out to sea and when we had a good time surfing and there was no one around, stopped the boat so that we could bathe. We descended the ladder and we got water. The same temperature was ideal, and as the sea was very calm, took the opportunity to swim for some time. We really enjoy. There came a time when we felt it was prudent to return and we did. When we reached the boat and climbed on deck, two sailors were waiting with towels to dry us. We put on dry clothes and we met on the deck where we had prepared a snack. We passed the time very quickly, until a waiter came to inform us that we could go eat. We all went to the dining room and sat at the table.
The food was great, great sources of shrimp, various fish, roast beef, tropical fruits and sweets. We drank cold white wine, French wine and champagne. To take a coffee liqueur. The joy that usually produce the alcohol are felt soon, and the conversation became increasingly vocal and animated.
About five in the afternoon, return to earth. Got off the boat and the same car that had brought us took us to our hotels. We said goodbye to nine of the night. John had gotten through his friend Pillo reserve a table for dinner, watch the show and dance at a private club very important. We were going to go very well, also because there would act as one of those beautiful mulatto women who formed the group that administered Pillo.
At ten to nine, arranged with my best clothes, waiting in the hotel bar to pass over to pick me up while I took a caipirinha. John appeared, I got up and went in to the taxi company where we expected Helga. We started and we went to the restaurant chosen. The streets of the city at that hour of the night were full of happy people who, dressed in the typical fantasies of the carnival, they kept singing and dancing samba sambas and more. This was a collective madness that impressed anyone as I beheld the sight for the first time. Juan, who had twenty years going to the carnival in Rio, I was explaining how the samba schools, and how they worked their members throughout the year to practice, making clothes, writing new songs and perform many other preparations.
We reached our destination and got out of the taxi door in front of a good size, made of solid wood, which was locked and bolted. John called with the knocker and opened a small window that was in the middle of the gate by which a man poked his head black. When he saw us, he opened the door and, after entry into the premises, accompanied us to a table where sat and Pillo marriage. We dined well and drank better. The atmosphere in that place was great. I do not know anyone, but I assumed that attendees at that dinner were important people. The truth is that I did meet a person and was later at the dance, when Sara, a dancer, was trying to teach me to dance the samba. I saw a couple dancing next to us and met the gentleman, it was Pele. After I presented it and asked me if I was Real Madrid. Despite the interest
showed Sara and her companions other that I learned to dance the samba to the rhythm so special that give the Brazilians, did not get more than a clumsy imitation of the dance, but I tried it with interest and I enjoyed much. We were dancing and drinking French champagne until it became de día. Regresamos a los hoteles, entré en mi habitación y como proyectaba dormir varias horas, pensé que antes debía comer algo. Llamé al servicio de habitaciones y pedí que me trajeran un vaso de leche fría y una tostada con mantequilla y mermelada. Mientras traían el desayuno, encendí la televisión. La primera imagen que contemplé fue la de un guardia civil que lucía un hermoso bigote negro; llevaba el tricornio puesto y esgrimía una pistola en su mano derecha. Con cara de pocos amigos y en un castellano perfecto gritó: «Quieto todo el mundo ». Enseguida, aparecieron varios guardias más que cubrían sus cabezas con gorras y que llevaban metralletas. De repente sonaron disparos y pensé: "English film." However, after this scene, a presenter appeared on the screen and, although he spoke in Portuguese, I was able to build in Madrid, some soldiers were given a coup and that the Civil Guard had taken the Congress of Deputies.
picked up the phone and called my wife. He told me what had happened, but when I said it was suspending my trip and returning home, she replied:
"No, it's quiet and nothing happens. Yesterday, it really scared me when I called your brother from Valencia and I said no saliésemos from home because there were tanks in the streets. But it seems that the situation is under control, so do not worry about us and continue your trip.
That reassured me, but when I hung up I thought that February 23 was not equal for everyone.

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The leaf fall

There is nothing so delicious as watching a leaf fall. You lean against the back and feel comfortable on a park bench on a sunny autumn day, and stays there looking as can be seen above the sheet. She starts her movement as a hand and said goodbye. She is actually saying goodbye to the other sheets still have time to stay glued to the branches there like leeches. You think that the above will fall next to his bench and you may cherish the back and run his fingers through his veins all tender, but no. There is always a wind, tiny, but it is able to take it and leave one with his mouth open waiting for anything to happen.
And you see this movement as it falls with voluptuous and one imagines that this flirty girls walk like you say, look how good I am. It goes down slowly as if that would cushion the fall swing in the cement floor.
This flirtation with the air makes you feel great and want to use the time you still have to do what has not knowing that to reach the floor will be taken to the slaughterhouse where they lie all the leaves walked on or pierced by the broom sweepers job. And the mature leaf, yellow as ripe as they descend with other leaves are not looking (the sadness that I limit the world) because they know very well what their fate. No longer wants to look, there's no hope for looking. Other people just live that swing, that gasp, that last and subtle movement before arriving at his home and that is enough to be happy. In its descent, the blade rests on the hat of a woman walking her hips shaking describing figures in the air. Adding to the misery of the woman who slips on the other sheets and sprained his hat and loses his balance and the leaf vacuum is precipitated and is several feet off the bench cover the hat. I run to his aid, other men also want to shake hands with women (women are young and have your fun) and I lost sight of my blade. I look up and see another sheet that follows, but it is not the same. Each leaf is different. My sheet was unique.

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Reflexion on the image of Rainbow

The teacher must be assumed as a being able, with the solemn commitment to training new generations,

must also have a high level of creativity that can respond to situations of uncertainty,

but before all a man with commitment and responsibility

teach.
However, the role of teachers in schools brings many challenges to meet, to promote the integral development of each person, encouraging openness of knowledge gripped the world, fostering values, a commitment to society, train people capable of construct new fundamental realities of life.

In this case, we see different faces or pictures of teachers in the various readings taken in class: In the "Language of the Butterflies" story of Manuel Rivas, "Self Portrait" poem by Nicanor Parra, "The Initiation" story of Roberto Rubiano Vargas , and the film "The Class" by Laurent Cantet and within these characters (Don Gregorio, François, moya and busts) is a common role is teaching, and a totally humanistic.
In the first instance, we have "the language of the Butterflies" with Don Gregorio, a human teacher, a man Well perceptive and willing to instill in students a love of nature, to simple things, and poetry.; Don Gregory is a professor liberal Republican with conviction, that encourages the learning of life and liberty of thought.

then we saw a totally different image of teaching in the poem "portrait" of Nicanor Parra, where the teacher shows disenchanted with their profession by failing to transform their students, this leads to having no love for their profession and he is a teacher who gave his whole life wanting to change society through education, not thinking that everything is a thing of chance.
In the movie "The Class" by Laurent catent see the image of a teacher with a real life and full of conflicts and all methods based on sincerity and dialogue, is a teacher who goes in search of communication and listening, but it is demanding with his students.
All these images leads us to conclude that the teacher not only provides information, whether there should be a mediator between the student and the environment, more a guide, and a stimulator of autonomy and not put aside their part human. Educational success is to practice, in its double sense, but in turn, motivating source of improvement and updating of teaching activity. In this regard, we have created a virtuous circle, which represents a steady improvement of educational quality.