Mientras tanto, cuento

Recordar es mirar el pasado. Es atreverse a abrazar lo irrecuperable, lo que fue. Es realizar un “viaje en el tiempo”, como puede serlo también imaginar el futuro. Y es por eso que, más allá de la ficción literaria, presentamos una escotilla desde la cual otear situaciones que tienen que ver con nuestro devenir, con las experiencias que forjaron, en mayor o en menor medida, quiénes somos hoy.

Desde Lengua Castellana y Literatura trabajamos la anécdota, como para tomar en cuenta el pasado real, rescatarlo; nos entrenamos en el poema, para exaltar con el lenguaje aquello que merece la pena destacar; aunamos afanes en la construcción de un cuento sobre “viaje en el tiempo”, con la apertura absoluta de abordar el tópico desde una elección personal. La lectura de la obra de Roa Bastos fue abordada desde la óptica temporal, dando énfasis a la intrahistoria que se desarrolla en Hijo de hombre. Amén de un taller de narración, insistimos con otro de lectura (en las tres lenguas), para dotar a los estudiantes de las herramientas necesarias a la hora de hablar frente a un público.

En Guaraní Ñe’ê elaboramos relatos breves y poesías teniendo en cuenta el eje temático del proyecto, no sin antes conocer las técnicas de redacción y reglas ortográficas del guaraní. Es importante resaltar que el Café Literario es una oportunidad para expresar pensamientos, emociones o situaciones en nuestro dulce idioma guaraní; resulta desafiante poner en práctica los conocimientos  de vocablos para escribir cada línea que va construyendo una gran producción literaria. Así vamos fortaleciendo nuestros saberes y conocimientos que son de suma importancia para mantener viva a nuestra lengua que forma parte de la identidad cultural paraguaya.

En Inglés, siguiendo con la temática del tiempo, decidimos trabajar con la ciencia ficción. Para ambientarnos y obtener conocimientos de léxico y estructura referentes al género, leímos una selección de cuentos cortos sobre viajes en el tiempo y fragmentos de libros relevantes al tema. Vimos audiovisuales y leímos reflexiones con respecto a la naturaleza del tiempo y, finalmente, elaboramos textos narrativos. También adquirimos conocimientos de edición en video utilizando un software de edición profesional, con la ayuda de una montajista de profesión que introdujo conceptos de animación de storyboards (animatics) para crear un producto audiovisual basado en las creaciones de los alumnos.

Desde Diseño/Arte digital confeccionamos afiches para el evento e ilustraciones para cada escrito presentado en el Café Literario. Trabajamos en lo creativo (dibujos libres e ilustraciones, color, etc.) y en lo técnico (herramienta Photoshop).

Queda agradecer a los estudiantes, a las familias, a los directivos y a los profesores involucrados en el proyecto por la dedicación, el compromiso y el esmero ofrecidos.

Los cuentos contenidos en este material resumen lo mejor de las producciones de cada estudiante en las materias que construyeron el Café Literario 2017. La narración cede mientras tanto; mientras tanto, contamos.

Profesores del área de Lengua

Nivel Medio

Colegio del Sol

12 mpLogans Life 01

Back to the airport 01

Neodisney 01

Ooops nazis!

Shadow whispers animation

Tres Kandu

Leer Hijo de hombre es conocer el Paraguay, la historia a través de la experiencia de un personaje genérico, que nos representa a todos. Roa Bastos propone una introspección y una revisión. “Conquista tu cumbre” pretende ser un momento de reflexión en la vida del estudiante, quien, a partir de la apropiación de la obra de Roa, busca esa superación personal.

Los invitados

5 de octubre de 2017

5 de octubre de 2017

Ensayando 3

Ensayando 2

Ensayando

Streets of the past

The clock turns left as I became a tourist from the past. A memory clouds my mind with the illusion of your presence.

The music and the lights take over the scene. Despite the embarrassment, I stand up to share a song. The clumsy steps and twirls give me a smile that lasts all night.

The buzzing of the blades and the radiant yellow light replace the environment. The vibration of the mobile catches my attention with a message of which I had lost hope. 

I continue to wander in the streets of the past.

The messages turned into part of the routine, but as I go on, distant until they end with a greeting.

I go back to the beginning, our beginning.

      Leila V.

Time is love

I love the sound of the moving clock

spinning forward without stop.

I love how the sun rests on your shoulder,

illuminating your face, you coming closer.

I love how after all this time we persist

seconds passing by on the watch on your wrist.

I love how we rest on the wet grass

looking at the sky, counting the clouds.

I love that even if we are living without a clue

if there’s one thing I’m sure, is that I love you.

María de la Paz V.

The Importance of Time

Time passes and never comes back. Change and evolution are constant, forcing us into routines we had no power over, as time slips through our hands without us being aware. 

Has it ever occurred to you, that every second that we are here TOGETHER, enjoying and sharing, is a step less into the future? Does the future EVER come? 

Let’s talk about the present (the only true and real thing), as the past is but a memory, and the future is so uncertain and imprecise. It is only NOW that I can experience my life to the fullest degree.

We keep growing, and some dreams don’t come true. We cannot blame ourselves for not being good enough, or strong enough. But we don’t realize that the bad things that happen to us are only there to shape us, to make us into the people that WE are today.  

Matías S.

This present is strange

I was trying to stay for the night,

But there was something that wasn’t right.

Might be the wind, or the white sky,

Might be the bright shine of your blue eyes.

I want you to be by my side;

You are the reason why I am still alive.

All of the sudden, there was a light,

It was you in the middle of the night.

I think I am acting crazy,

Maybe my view is just hazy.

There was something about you, deep inside my head,

I will hold onto it, and look ahead.

My adventure is about to end,

But I want to finish it with a good friend.

The future is something we can change;

The present has become really strange.

Leonardo R.

Stuck in Time

Once something is done it is done. It cannot be changed - at least with our technology now. The Universe may never allow us to travel in time. Backwards, at least. Time would just get too damaged. Perhaps we could go forward, to the future. It would be a one-way trip. I couldn’t say if I’d consider taking the journey.

People say time is the fourth dimension, and we are just three dimensional beings. Maybe we aren’t supposed to understand the fourth dimension. It would create more problems that it would solve. But we’re stuck, like a fly in a Venus Fly Trap. The more we struggle against it, the more we trap ourselves.

I’m stuck in time, and I’m panicking.

Alejandro R.

Fifteen years later

Life went on for Doctor Jeff and his best friend, the chubby man. Both guys were working together in a personal traumatology center located in Queens, New York.

Jeff had become the most famous neurosurgeon, so much so, that one of his patients was the Vice President of the United States: the honorable war veteran Mike Pence.

With the chubby man working as his assistant, they began working together…

Fabrizio M.

Valuable Time

People think they can spend their time like its infinite, like it is unlimited. Some spiritual teachers talk about eternity in the now and how we are gods trapped in a human body with unimaginable abilities and capacities that we haven’t tapped into. Like buddhist monks walking into a wall, or meditation masters who feed from prana (life force) and have no need of eating or drinking. All of this sounds appealing and desirable, to our weak society which suffers every day by losing souls to sicknesses that we can’t fully understand.

Let me tell you a truth, it is limited, and most of us have been spending our valuable time without even knowing it. Technology and social media has made us devalue our own existence, making us superficial and arrogant, with no respect for each other or other species, or even our own home. We even care more about how we look than how we feel.

So stop whatever you are doing and do something it’s worth spending your time on. Help a stray dog, appreciate what you currently have, become a constructive and positive person, help people with their difficulties.

Be conscious and aware of your surroundings, and be sure to use, not waste, your time. Spend it on something that matters, like being happy.

Mauricio M.

Hiding from Paradox

Ten years later, after a lot of fights between Mike and Paradox, Mike finally found a safe place - an island in Cuba - to hide from Paradox.

Everything was good in Mike’s life – he had learned to control his powers. However, he still felt alone. A couple of days later, he returned to his house in London because he wanted to be with his friends. He suspected that Paradox wasn’t searching for him anymore, and that was his mistake.

One day, Mike wanted a cup of coffee for breakfast, and the only place that he knew was the fateful coffee shop, where everything had taken place.

Mike had almost arrived at the coffee shop when Paradox found him. But Mike had learned to control his powers. He killed him right there.

Mauricio M.

Fruit, veg and flashbacks

Jeff, who after a long day had finally got home, heard someone screaming from inside the kitchen. He went to investigate - it was his son Lucas, who was laying on the floor with several jars of cookies.

“What’s going on?” Said Jeff.

“There is nothing to eat here! I’m hungry dad” – replied Lucas with some sort of angry face.

“Okay, I’ll go get something to eat. Wait here and don’t break anything”.

The supermarket that was near his house seemed empty, as usual. It was very old, and the old woman who worked there couldn’t handle all the work.

Jeff walked in and went directly to buy some fruit and yoghurt, when something behind him fell really hard on the floor. He turned around and saw a familiar face - it was a blonde woman carrying a crying baby. He didn’t pay much attention and continued on his way to the vegetable section.

Just as he was about to leave, he remembered the project that had failed and almost took his life away. And he remembered that blonde woman who was sitting next to him in the plane, anxiously waiting to get to Paraguay. He stood still with shock, and unconsciously went back inside.

“Hi, I’m Jeff”.

Maia M.

Losing You

The moment that you left,

My heart broke in two.

One side died with your memories,

the other side with you.

I’m often awake at night,

While everyone is falling asleep.

I remember you while I lay in my bed

And our memories roll down my cheek.

But I’ve learnt that those who

Love, you never go away,

And I’ll be here for you,

Every single day.

Valeria L.

Epilogue

Years passed by, and Shilo, Annie and Echo grew up. Since they became co-owners of Neo Disney they had become richer and richer. Their business lasted three years. Then each one went their own way.

With all the money they had, it was easier for them to find an excellent university to study in. Echo went to Berlin, Germany, and he started studying accounting. Echo always dreamed having his own company, and he had plenty of experience with that after his time at Neo Disney. Neo Disney was now owned by James Disney (Mitsui Disney’s son).

Echo still remembered all his adventures with his friends over the past years. He also still liked everything about time machines and building things necessary for his new life in Berlin.

Annie stayed in the country where she was born and raised: Canada. She became very successful in her studies at the University of Toronto. In her free time she exercised in the park and also she took piano classes. When she was about to graduate as a psychologist, she met Tommy McAll in her piano class, and they became a nice couple even though Tommy was older. They planned to travel all over Europe, so they could explore different cultures. On her desk, she had a picture with her friends from three years ago, when they first created their time machines.

Shilo went to Australia and he loved going to the zoo and watching different types of kangaroos. He started studying in Sydney. And he was excited to graduate as an engineer. It was a dream come true. He also met a woman, who became the love of his life and she also loved fried chicken. She helped him also with new ideas and creations, and supported him very much.

The three friends stayed in contact no matter what - everything they had together couldn’t be forgotten.

Sofía L. 

Shadow Whispers. Epilogue

From dark we are born and in it we remain. The Everything is just a shadow from formless beings that are always dreaming. But from Their eternal dream that life inhabits, sparks of reality can be heard by the deaf, seen by the blind, and touched by the dead.

But this was not a mere spark beyond Their dream; this was a soundless yawn, an opening eye that stares at nothing from the void.

The shadows, children of the dream, started moving after the long time that has not passed, and stare at a kid on the floor with an almost closed eye. And the undying whispers started again, along with the memories from long time ago, a time that has not passed.

But they were weak still, and could not stop the horrible curse above them made by a simple dead kid. And they began moving towards him, slowly, as their fragile, formless bodies allowed.

And then the yawn stopped, and another eye opened, and another, and another, and another… The dark grew stronger. It finally reached the kid, with a silent scream on his opened eyes. The shadows surrounded him.

The wind sings unknown music again, the moon shifts between the clouds and a kid is no more.

Martín G.

Words of Wisdom

After ten years not much had changed. Logan won a physics Nobel Prize, unsurprisingly, thanks to his grandpa´s help. But he was not there to guide him anymore. He had won because he continued Mark´s work, his legacy. He had to.

A couple of months after Mark’s funeral, Logan still couldn’t get over his death. He no longer had someone to inspire him. He didn’t know how to continue without his advice, how to have strength, how to wake up every morning without thinking about him, how to clear his doubts.

A lot of time passed, and Logan started getting used to the idea that his grandpa wasn’t there anymore. What gave him strength was what Mark had said to him before dying: “There are moments which mark your life; moments when you realize nothing will ever be the same and time is divided into two parts: before this and after this, my only wish for you is to continue being who you are. Despite what happens, continue being brilliant and building this empire of ours. But the most important thing is to be happy.

Giuliana E.

Three friends march on

10 years after the party of Shilo, Echo, and Annie, the three friends were no longer “brothers”. They had become people that merely knew one another. The principal reason for the divide between the 3 friends was the money – who would take the largest part? All three of them had children, and they needed the money to support their homes.

They had become enemies, fighting for money and power. For example, Shilo talked with some mercenaries about killing Echo, but the plan had failed because Echo was paranoid and contracted private security. Annie, at the time, had tried to stop the fight between Echo and Shilo, but these 2 persons tried to kill her too, and she didn’t have any other option but to protect herself.

To keep all this money and power, the three friends finally signed a peace treaty. In the end, all three friends got their equal share.

Alejandro C.

Wear Sunscreen

They were at the hospital, waiting for the results of Mark’s tests. James was so tired that he couldn’t open his eyes, while Lucy couldn’t stop looking at her watch, waiting for the doctor to call their name. Logan was walking from one side of the room to the other one to kill his anxiety.

An hour had passed, when the doctor came out of the room with a worried face and said “Logan, your grandfather would like to speak to you.” He ran immediately into the room. Mark was there with a pale face and could barely speak.

Logan could barely recognize him; his eyes were only partially open. His pained breathing got slower and slower, and it was right when there seemed like there was not going to be another breath that Mark muttered: “Wear sun screen, my boy”.

Rebeca C.

Details

I was alone, like I’m used to. Grandpa’s farm wouldn’t last forever, my favourite place in the world would not last forever. It had the perfect view, and I knew that at one time, it would be nothing but a memory. The rest of my life - without these things, these feelings, that have made me so happy – could never be perfect. But I shouldn’t be upset: those feelings will stay with me, they will keep me company all my life. How? I have photographic memory – it’s a blessing. It’s as if I have a second chance to value those special moments from the past, or even a third. But I cannot keep remembering forever. Each time I revisit them, they fade a little, they disintegrate. I forget details, and details make the memories. The farm is gone. One day, the memory will be too.

Maia C.

An empty beach

It was a long time ago, at my aunt’s house near the beach. It was a family reunion, which we have every year. I was playing with all of my cousins, having fun, drinking coke, and eating ice cream that melted in your hand but you didn’t care because you were having so much fun that nothing mattered to you. Entering the sea, playing in the sand with a soccer ball, and kayaking, amongst other things, were what we did. That week was the best out of all of the summers in our childhood. We did everything that a kid could do.

Last year, alone with my parents, we went back to the beach. My cousins weren´t there – they were all busy that year. Flashbacks came into my head when I entered the house, and I got so sad that I started messaging in our family Whatsapp Group, sending images and telling them to come. It wasn’t the same without them.

Alessandro B.

Division in time- Epilogue. THE THREAT

It was a rainy night and the few meagre droplets of rain had become strong transparent drops, which hurt as they fell. A figure was slightly visible - a chubby man running through the lonely streets, covering his head with a briefcase. He turned roughly into an alley and, a few seconds later, let out a scream.

“I told you I could find you”, said a manly voice.

“We made a deal, you aren’t keeping it!” exclaimed the man nervously, holding his briefcase closer to him.

“I am aware of that”, said the voice calmly, “but you promised me information on your experiments…something you didn’t manage to get for me this week.” He grabbed the man’s neck.

“I just couldn’t get them this time! I can’t keep doing this, he is my friend! I can’t keep doing this to him!” He lowered his tone.

“If you don’t want to find that doctor of yours dead, then you’ll have to get me those experiments!” said the man raising his voice. “Do I make myself clear?” he calmly added. The chubby man nodded, gulping.

“Good. Now, you’ll go with your friend and act like nothing happened. Or you know what I will do”, he said in a threatening voice, throwing the man to the floor.

The chubby man stood up quickly and looked for the man, but he wasn’t there anymore.

Agustina A.

Rings full of sorrow

11:00 – They seem to have found my hiding place; I can see them from my window.  They will be entering soon.

11:13 – I don’t know why they are waiting.  No, what are they waiting? I should be punished for the atrocities I have committed, but the hands of a coward could never kill.

11:27 – I seem to have misplaced some memories, I remember walking down the forest with a women and her daughter. Now the guilt haunts me. Why was I just a spectator? I can’t stop thinking about it, I think about it again and again, again, again, again. Was I the spectator?

11:35 – I can feel the ghostly presence of my beloved wife and my cheerful daughter; I wish to repent for what I’ve done; but it seems that it is too late for that.

11:48 – They’re watching, they’re watching, watching, watching, watching, watching.

11:53 – Leave me alone; I can hear what you’re saying; that I’m just another fool driven by foolish men; and I won’t say no.

00:00 – They are in; I can see their bright eyes, reminding me of my fear of light and how I was betrayed by sunrise.  I contemplate those four rings on the clock as sorrow consumes me…

Matías A.

Tempus fugit

Siento que el tiempo a veces pasa muy lento.

Los minutos son largos y las horas eternas.

Siento que si paso un día más sin verte

se me acaba la existencia.

Recordando los momentos que pasamos juntos,

desearía volver en el tiempo

para recuperar mi rumbo.

Lo único que me queda son tus recuerdos;

espero que sean suficientes para

curar mis lamentos.

Sebastián B.

Nunca olvidaré...

Desde niño tengo una muy buena relación con mi papá, siempre hacemos cosas juntos, como viajes, chistes, vemos películas; pero uno de mis principales recuerdos y, lo que creo que más fortaleció nuestra relación, fue cuando pequeño, recién iniciando el jardín de infantes, solíamos ver cómo estaba el tiempo y, si era óptimo, íbamos a San Bernardino, a navegar en un barco a vela. Salíamos del Club Náutico a la siesta y volvíamos a la noche, cansados.

Esta era una experiencia increíble para mí, tener tantos recuerdos y experiencias con mi papá, aunque nos peleemos, siempre voy a recordar estas aventuras.

Francisco R.

Incógnitas en un buen amanecer (o contar sin decir)

Una experiencia inolvidable, algo casi ficticio: el amanecer. Pocas personas han tenido el gusto de ver asomarse el sol por el horizonte, espantando a la luna y a sus compañeras brillantes. Personalmente he tenido muchas oportunidades de presenciar el amanecer, pero solo uno me atrae.

Estaba yo, rebelado y aburrido, solo veía la ventana. La ventana me llamaba, como un niño queriendo atención para que admires su gran castillo de bloques de juguete. A altas horas de la noche y, por ende, la fase temprana del día, se reveló ante mí un amanecer de locura. Muchos lo considerarían un cliché, pero este amanecer tenía algo en particular.

Miraba la nada y pensaba en todo, admirando cómo el sol se apañaba contra la oscuridad, hasta que alguien toca la puerta y dibujo en mi mente el café con rebanadas de pan: el regalo del amanecer no es un paisaje de ficción, sino una sensación de estar vivo al 100%, hasta la última célula del cuerpo.

Alejandro C.

Tiempo X 2

Cada vez que el tiempo pasa, las personas cambian ya no es lo mismo de antes, y eso me asusta.

Mis compañeros están cada vez más grandes y yo solo quiero para el tiempo y reflexionar todo lo que pasamos juntos: los momentos inolvidables, los viajes de estudio.

Pero no se puede, parece que corre más rápido el tiempo cuando estás pendiente de los recuerdos: y es que me acuerdo cuando estaba en la primaria y ahora mismo estoy a dos años de terminar el colegio.

Es así.

Giovanni M.

Travesuras de antes

Cuando era una niña me pasaron e hice muchas cosas malas y locas.

Tenía dos perros y uno que acababa de nacer al que le ahuyentaba del miedo. También tenía un hámster o, para ser más precisos, un hámster por semana. Comprarme tortugas marinas no había sido una buena idea, ya que no sabía hacerme cargo de ellas, y mi niñera evitaba tener contacto conmigo porque cada vez que lo hacía, no terminaba bien y yo, por lo general salía llorando.

Algo que siempre odié es el puchero,  también el tomate, el jamón y el huevo y cada vez que mi almuerzo era incluía alguna de esas cosas, mi papá me compraba una muñeca, y si yo comía todo me la daba. Lo que yo siempre hacía era esperar hasta ser la última en la mesa para dárselas a los perros.

En toda mi infancia lo peor que hice fue darle plastilina a mi perro, porque cuando lo hice se quedó sin respiración. Pero, a pesar de todos los problemas que pude haber causado, no me arrepiento de la infancia que tuve, porque cuando la recuerdo se me vienen a la cabeza todos los momentos de diversión y travesuras que pasé a lo largo de ese corto e inolvidable tiempo.

Maia M.

Los lugares

Momentos que despedís a las personas queridas:

unos viajan de noche, otros de día;

cada persona elige su lugar

y se van a lugares más lindos de lo normal.

No es necesario ser rico ni pobre, 

cada viaje es hermoso.

Te podes ir solo o acompañado,

conociendo cosas tras los años.

A veces te enamorás y otras no viajás más.

Hacer la maleta es lo más,

la emoción de en una montaña y gritar,

de ir a un río a nadar,

de estar en un fiordo y observar,

estar en el desierto y esperar,

en la selva estar y sentir toda su humedad;

y en el mundo, al final,  una huella dejar.

Salvador S.

Viajero

Me muerdo la lengua

para no gritar.

Me tiro al vacío 

para poderme encontrar

Me sangran las manos 

de tanto tropezar.

Me cuesta tanto levantarme, 

¡pero tan fácil me pueden tirar!

He pasado por tanto 

que me cuesta respirar.

No logro abrir los ojos 

y el llanto aguantar.

Pero siempre sonrío 

y me dejo llevar:

"Mañana será otro día" 

¡Todo va a sanar!

Pero siempre es igual:

sigo contando las jordanas 

para alcanzar mi felicidad 

y para mi corazón así armar.

Tan y tan destrozada 

en un inmenso mar. 

Y si en estas aguas me pierdo, 

dime, tú, de la vida un viajero,

¿me vendrías a buscar? 

Allison C.