Toamna (Autumn) - TUDOR GHEORGHE
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lunedì 7 dicembre 2009
Chestnut Festival-Festival City Baia Mare
Chestnut Festival is the celebration of Baia Mare. This traditional event is held every year in late September.
Meeting Program is rich and diverse:
- Parade Festival organized by the Local Council and The Municipality of Baia Mare, Public Service of Urban Environment;
- "Salon d'Automne" - exhibition of traditional artists from Maramures;
- Expo Flora Maramures "- exhibition of flowers;
- "Chestnut Festival" - handball, soccer, cross country, drawing on asphalt, music, poetry;
Meeting Program is rich and diverse:
- Parade Festival organized by the Local Council and The Municipality of Baia Mare, Public Service of Urban Environment;
- "Salon d'Automne" - exhibition of traditional artists from Maramures;
- Expo Flora Maramures "- exhibition of flowers;
- "Chestnut Festival" - handball, soccer, cross country, drawing on asphalt, music, poetry;
domenica 6 dicembre 2009
sabato 5 dicembre 2009
Autumn balad
The autumn with its colors and its characteristics is generally associated with melancholy. It is a testament the song "Ballata di Autunno" by Joan Manuel Serrat and sung in Italy from Mina
giovedì 3 dicembre 2009
mercoledì 2 dicembre 2009
Autumn in France
To celebrate the autumn first, we have chosen a poem : « Monsieur Automne ».
The author, Carl Norac is belgian but he lives in France, near our school.
Monsieur Automne,
J’ai rencontré Monsieur Automne
Il portait un costume d’homme
Dont les feuilles tombaient, tombaient
Quand il riait, quand il riait. Je connais bien Monsieur Automne
Son parfum de vent et de pomme
Une main froide, l’autre chauffée
Au dernier souvenir d’été. Monsieur Automne n’est pas triste
Hier je l’ai vu en artiste
Repeindre les bois en couleur,
Du brun d’écorce au rouge coeur.
Carl NORAC
He talk about place of autumn between summer and winter.
Then, we have collected autumn's material.We have represented autumn with leaf and wood. We have painted the sheet in grey like the rain.
At the end, we have planted acorn. Now, we are waiting for our oak trees !!
lunedì 23 novembre 2009
mercoledì 18 novembre 2009
domenica 15 novembre 2009
The fruits of Autumn
An important Italian artist Caravaggio, represented in his painting the Autumn fruit.
We have attempted to reconstruct in this way his work
We have attempted to reconstruct in this way his work
domenica 1 novembre 2009
All Saints and All Souls' Day
The 1 and 2 November are very special to us because they are dedicated to our dead. All we go to the cemetery to bring flowers and candles for our loved ones.
Many Italian authors have dedicated their works to this event, among them we remember Antonio De Curtis known as Totò.
'A livellaMany Italian authors have dedicated their works to this event, among them we remember Antonio De Curtis known as Totò.
Ogn'anno,il due novembre,c'é l'usanza
per i defunti andare al Cimitero.
Ognuno ll'adda fà chesta crianza;
ognuno adda tené chistu penziero.
Chaque année , le deux novembre, c'est l'usage
d'aller au cimetière pour les défunts.
Chacun rend cette civilité
Chacun tient à cette pensée.
La prag
In fiecare an,pe doi noiembrie, este obiceiul
pentru rudele mortilor de a merge la cimitir,
Fiecare trebuie sa respecte acest obicei
fiecare trebuie sa aiba acest gand
'A nivela
Cada año, en noviembre, es usanza
ir por los difuntos al Cementerio.
Cada uno ha de tener esta crianza,
esta intención que es del mundo entero.
ΤΟ ΑΛΦΑΔΙ
Στις δύο Νοεμβρίου, κάθε χρόνο, συνήθεια είναι
το νεκροταφείο, για τους νεκρούς, να επισκεφτόμαστε.
Όλοι, αυτό το χρέος, έχουνε.
Όλοι, αυτή τη σκέψη πρέπει να τιμούν.
venerdì 30 ottobre 2009
mercoledì 28 ottobre 2009
Autumn works
In this season, many activities are linked to the fruits that the Autumn brings us. Today we went to visit a vineyard for a closer look at the vintage and....
Do you Know the origin of the grape?
According to an ancient Italian legend....
Many years ago, the vines not produced grapes. It was an ornamental plant, like many others. At the center of a small vegetable garden grew a beautiful life full of branches and leaves. This magnificent plants receive plenty of sunlight and derived great benefit The branches of the vine longer and longer over turf seeded and covered them with their shadows. The gardener was concerned - Even plants need sun - he said to himself. - I must prune the vine. On a gray and cloudy days, the gardener cutted vigorously the branches longer of the beautiful ornamental plant and took away the large leaves from the other branches. The lives they suffered and wept. When evening came, a nightingale perched delicately on a branch of the vine began to sing to comfort her. His singing was so sweet, that the plant experienced a feeling of well being His tears soak of sweetness and remained there, on branches as small pearls. The night slowly fades away, the appearance of the day the sun wrapped the vine with its soft and warm rays. Then, as by magic the plant feel sap flow in a new whether . Her tears, like beautiful pearls, began to transform itself small fruits: the first grapes. A playful breeze to quickly switch between the branches of the vine and gathered the grapes in clusters more or less large.
Do you Know the origin of the grape?
According to an ancient Italian legend....
Many years ago, the vines not produced grapes. It was an ornamental plant, like many others. At the center of a small vegetable garden grew a beautiful life full of branches and leaves. This magnificent plants receive plenty of sunlight and derived great benefit The branches of the vine longer and longer over turf seeded and covered them with their shadows. The gardener was concerned - Even plants need sun - he said to himself. - I must prune the vine. On a gray and cloudy days, the gardener cutted vigorously the branches longer of the beautiful ornamental plant and took away the large leaves from the other branches. The lives they suffered and wept. When evening came, a nightingale perched delicately on a branch of the vine began to sing to comfort her. His singing was so sweet, that the plant experienced a feeling of well being His tears soak of sweetness and remained there, on branches as small pearls. The night slowly fades away, the appearance of the day the sun wrapped the vine with its soft and warm rays. Then, as by magic the plant feel sap flow in a new whether . Her tears, like beautiful pearls, began to transform itself small fruits: the first grapes. A playful breeze to quickly switch between the branches of the vine and gathered the grapes in clusters more or less large.
martedì 27 ottobre 2009
Autumn nursery rithmes
A nursery Rhyme about Autumn, sang in English (it follows the rhyme of "London Bridge")Autumn leaves are falling down,
falling down, falling down,
Autumn leaves are falling down
welcome Autumn.
Sweep the leaves and put them here,
put them put here, put them here,
Sweep the leaves and put them here,
welcome Autumn.
Jump right in and have some fun,
have some fun, have some fun,
Jump right in and have some fun-welcome autumn
venerdì 23 ottobre 2009
giovedì 22 ottobre 2009
´THE CHESTNUT WOMAN
Dear girls and boys,
We want to tell you the story of a beautiful autumn fairytale you will enjoy it. It is entitled "The chestwoman".
This is the story of a Chestwoman. She was named Tana and she was a very nice woman. Children loved her because when they didn´t money she gave them the chestnuts as a present. They loved her too for things very funny. She explained wanderful tales. They closed their eyes and everything seemed true.
Tana waited happily the arrival of the autumn. When the leaves of the trees became golden colour, the wind blows hardly and leaves dance cracy in the countries. Then Tana dressed up like a Chestnut woman, with a bell-shaped skirt, a tight shirt and a headscarf on the head. She sat on her chair and started to roast chestnuts. Chestnuts roasted slowly leaving a delicious smell arround them. "Buy!" "Buy roasted chestnuts!" "hot chestnunts"! Shouted Tana.
At night, when the cold began to be harder the Chestnut woman went back home. A little house but very beautiful. There, She prepared the chestnuts for the next day.
Tana waited impatient the day of "All Saints" because it was the day she sold more chestnuts. At night lots of families celebrated thhe party eating marzipan and roasted chestnuts.
But some days before the party, a strange woman with an angry face went into Tana's house and stole all the chestnuts. After, she went out running. She was another chestnut woman, a sad and bad-tempered woman. She was jaleous of Tana because children loved her and on the other hand children didn´t buy her chestnuts and they didn´t give her their smiles as present.
What sad Tana was! She sat near the fire and cried and cried until she was aslept. And see what happened...
Children, as each day on the way to school bought chestnuts to Tana, but that day, when they noticed she wasn´t there, they run to her home. They found her crying and very cold. She explained them what happened. Children want to help her, then they borke their piggy banks joined all the money and bought a sac of raw chestnuts. Imagine the happiness of Tana when she saw she had chestnuts to roast. She gave them lots of hugs and very touched she said: -" You are the more beautiful children in the world".
While, the jaleous chestnut woman roasted the stolen chestnuts they began to jump and exploit making a horrible noise. Frightened people run away form there. - "this is a punish because I stole the chestnuts", she thought and she went to sorry to Tana. She forgave her with affection and form that moment they were good friends.
And do you know what happend next...?
Children decided to buy her chestnuts too and give her their smiles as present. From that day, she never was sad again and...
Colorín colorado
Este cuento se ha acabado.
Or we can finish too,
Colorín colorete,
por la chimenea viene un cohete!
We want to tell you the story of a beautiful autumn fairytale you will enjoy it. It is entitled "The chestwoman".
This is the story of a Chestwoman. She was named Tana and she was a very nice woman. Children loved her because when they didn´t money she gave them the chestnuts as a present. They loved her too for things very funny. She explained wanderful tales. They closed their eyes and everything seemed true.
Tana waited happily the arrival of the autumn. When the leaves of the trees became golden colour, the wind blows hardly and leaves dance cracy in the countries. Then Tana dressed up like a Chestnut woman, with a bell-shaped skirt, a tight shirt and a headscarf on the head. She sat on her chair and started to roast chestnuts. Chestnuts roasted slowly leaving a delicious smell arround them. "Buy!" "Buy roasted chestnuts!" "hot chestnunts"! Shouted Tana.
At night, when the cold began to be harder the Chestnut woman went back home. A little house but very beautiful. There, She prepared the chestnuts for the next day.
Tana waited impatient the day of "All Saints" because it was the day she sold more chestnuts. At night lots of families celebrated thhe party eating marzipan and roasted chestnuts.
But some days before the party, a strange woman with an angry face went into Tana's house and stole all the chestnuts. After, she went out running. She was another chestnut woman, a sad and bad-tempered woman. She was jaleous of Tana because children loved her and on the other hand children didn´t buy her chestnuts and they didn´t give her their smiles as present.
What sad Tana was! She sat near the fire and cried and cried until she was aslept. And see what happened...
Children, as each day on the way to school bought chestnuts to Tana, but that day, when they noticed she wasn´t there, they run to her home. They found her crying and very cold. She explained them what happened. Children want to help her, then they borke their piggy banks joined all the money and bought a sac of raw chestnuts. Imagine the happiness of Tana when she saw she had chestnuts to roast. She gave them lots of hugs and very touched she said: -" You are the more beautiful children in the world".
While, the jaleous chestnut woman roasted the stolen chestnuts they began to jump and exploit making a horrible noise. Frightened people run away form there. - "this is a punish because I stole the chestnuts", she thought and she went to sorry to Tana. She forgave her with affection and form that moment they were good friends.
And do you know what happend next...?
Children decided to buy her chestnuts too and give her their smiles as present. From that day, she never was sad again and...
Colorín colorado
Este cuento se ha acabado.
Or we can finish too,
Colorín colorete,
por la chimenea viene un cohete!
mercoledì 21 ottobre 2009
The fall
Autunno
Cadono le foglie spinte dal vento
le guarda il bambino ed è contento
di questo ballo improvvisato
che le adagia piano sul prato.
Corre il bambino e le raccoglie
può finalmente toccare le foglie
gialle rossicce ed arancione
sono i colori di questa stagione.
Ecco l’autunno è ritornato!
lo dicono le foglie, gli alberi, il prato
Fall
Fall the leaves blown by the wind
looks at the child and is happy
this dance improvisation
that lies flat on the lawn.
Runs the child and collects
can finally touch the leaves
reddish yellow and orange
are the colors of this season.
Here autumn is back!
they say it leaves, trees, lawn
da Una scuola intorno a noi, edizi. Tresei
Foglie gialle
Ma dove ve ne andate,
povere foglie gialle,
come tante farfalle spensierate?
Venite da lontano o da vicino?
Da un bosco o da un giardino?
E non sentite la malinconia
del vento stesso che vi porta via ?
Yellow leaves
But where you go,
poor yellow leaves,
like so many carefree butterflies?
Come from afar or close up?
From a forest or a garden?
And do not feel the gloom
the wind itself that takes you away?
( Trilussa )
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