Glossary word: Comet
The kite, that apparatus so much fun with the one we've ever played through the story we realize how much has changed and the different forms that have been created in different parts of the world. The commit has been assigned different names in different countries some of them are:
| The kite in the world | |
| Country | As known to the kite |
| Argentina | Kite |
| Spain | Comet |
| Cuba | Barrilete |
| Uruguay | Barrilete |
| Chile | Volantín |
| Italy | Aquilone |
| France | Cerf Volant |
| Ecuador | Comet |
| Peru | Comet |
| Japan | Yakko, Sode and Kimono. Sanjo-Rokkaku |
| Mexico | Papalote |
1 .- Argentina: Kite
2 .- Spain : Comet
4 .- Chile: Volantín
5 .- Italy: Aquilone
6 .- France: Cerf Volant:
7 .- Ecuador: Comet
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9 .- Mexico:
10.-Venezuela: Volantín
11.-Puerto Rico: Volantín
Citations and references:
1 .- http://www.batoco.org/
2 .- http://www.comevientos.org/
3, 4 and 5 .- http://buscon.rae.es/draeI/SrvltGUIBusUsual
6 .- http://www.papalotesandkites.com/principiantes.htm
7 .- http://www.edufuturo.com/educacion.php?c=968
8 http://usuarios.lycos.es/jmsuay/formas/formas1.htm .- 9 .-
http://biblioteca.redescolar.ilce.edu.mx/sites/colibri/cuentos/juegos2/htm / sec_13.htm
Vocabulary:
* Kite: ( Del dim.'s barrel)
- Arg kite (flat and light frame).
- Cuba and Ur hexagonal kite and higher than wide.
- Mex. Assistant a professional, trainee, especially lawyers.
* Volantín (adj wheel flying)
- Arg , Chile, Cuba , P. Rico and Ven. kite (flat and light frame).
- adj. driving (flying).
* Papalote (Del papalotl Nahua, butterfly)
- Cuba, Hond. and Mex. Comet paper.
- Cuba. Harm: Make a kite to someone.
Literature of kites
Poetry:
March through the sky is a kite ... goes after your name ... Papalote gull, comet dream bejeweled laughter and memories ... Beatriz Pacheco
Kite 
Despite the time elapsed, I still remember like it was yesterday, what happened with Marcial and the kite. And Cyril's face is not erased from my memory .
Caraz I lived in, "the garden of Peru " where April, May and June are the spring months. For this season it is customary to take the field to run around freely, climbing trees, nest, catch butterflies and go to the backwaters of flying kites. So in April of that year, I asked my dad to help me make a kite, the best kite in the world. Perhaps realizing, he said,
"If you want the best horn, must be sent to bring one of the capital. We write to your Uncle Andrew.
"No, Dad. That is not grace. I make it myself, a big kite, powerful, unique, in which I put a piece of my own life. Do you understand me, no?
"Well, Rodo, if so, on Saturday and Sunday we will work to make the kite more beautiful that human eyes have: seen ...
On Sunday, mid-afternoon, the kite was finished. It was shaped like an airplane of the future. Never had a kite alike. Keep the kite on the roof, on a crate grandazo in the shade. He would stay until Thursday, which was on the ride.
That day, when I went to school with my kite in your hands, my fellow drowned one ah! admiration and came to contemplate better. The whole group, also Martial, Prospero, Aristides and Elviro brought their kites. The Aristides was pretty, but not like mine. The others were small. Then we went up the hill. It was a nice day.
Marcial wind grabbed and watched his paper bird rose. Then, I had serious problems, my kite was reluctant, not wanting to get Viader. Meanwhile, Prospero and his smiling bucking in the air. And the guys who were looking next to me questions, it seems that suffered with me. "So nice kite and can not fly 'eyes seemed to say with their grieving. Trying to calm down, I tried again and, little by little, as self-important, was taking Viader and rose, powerful and successful, illuminating the faces of my comrades and enjoyed cheering me. And nearby, only Cyril, the youngest brother of martial, gave no importance to the event. The
was busy with their own kite. And he was alone, labored ...
The wind was growing up and my beautiful kite reaching ever more graceful and moving to the other. The Aristides, unfortunately, became entangled in the branches of a eucalyptus. My horn was still rising, but ended the thread and the kite began to stumble, to rear as wild horse, claiming more rope. Do not know what to do and looked for my father's eyes. The kite was dragging. For a split second I came down from the heights and I looked around me: I was on a rocky hill and cross Berrocales ; had a landslide that gave the cliff and down the river, turbulent, seemed to call. As a Martial going back two steps, focusing on his horn and back ravine. One more step and I would roll. There was no time even to think pair. I loosened the rope, a jump, grab Marcial, almost in a vacuum ...
The boy was speechless, pale, scared, and I, trying to mend, what other guys I looked incredulous, and my father stroked his head, probably realizing my drama:
"It's just a horn, son. Is lost. The toys have a very short target. Marcial is on your side, that is the most important!
The aforementioned still looking at the precipice where nearly stem and a few tears in his eyes, but smiled and embraced me in silence. At that time, approached Cyril, the brother of Martial, who, with the freshness of his six years old, told me: "Hey
, Rodito, my kite is not as pretty, but take it!, Okay? .. .:
It was just a sheet of notebook attached to a piece of string, but it was the most meaningful gift anyone ever could have given me ...
Maguiña
Theophilus (Peru)
Glossary
Ø Haven: peaceful surroundings.
Ø Kite: horn.
Ø buck: To buck. Some animals jump flexing the spine.
Ø Berrocal: Site full of high granite cliffs.
Ø Turbulence: In a state of upheaval, disorder or confusion.
Story 2:
The comet that flew too high
was once a comet that flew so high, so high, that went to the same Sun, and Sun, which was boring as always - is that it is more bland than being alone in the ever seeing the sky go round and round the planets around one as if it were a roundabout! - he opened one eye because he was half asleep, and watched the small comet in front of him swaying like a speck of dust, what do I say a speck of dust?, still less than a speck of dust!
- Who are you? He asked in perplexity as ever in its four billion years of existence, had approached him something so tiny and unique.
"I'm a kite," she said very satisfied with her condition.
- A comet? ... You're not a comet, I know very well comets, shooting stars appear and are bright you are very rare and they do not shine ... So, you're not a comet.
- Sure I'm not a kite! -She was angry, what I am is a comet, which is very different!
The Sun was thoughtful. "Will I get old and start to confuse me?" He said to himself, but of course, would not prove that he could be wrong, much less against a tiny thing called himself a comet. Then the Sun frowned and, pretending he was plunged into deep and intelligent thoughts, he asked with an air of teacher:
"Now, let's see, where do you come a comet?
The kite, light, built of brightly colored papers, and a long tail that floated gracefully escorting her, screamed
- I'm not a comet, I'm a kite!
"That's what I'm saying.
"Well, the kite would have shrugged his shoulders to have had," never mind, I have no desire to discuss ... I come from Earth.
- Is the Earth? ... Ah, yes, the third planet! ... It is so small, ...
A kite hear that you feel pretty bad, because for them the earth was not insignificant.
"I was born on Earth and is big and beautiful.
Sun looked at with superiority.
"No wonder you say that, because seeing you ...
- You know that very sun that you're a great rude? "Replied the kite really angry.
"Of course I'm great, is that you have not yet realized you were talking to the sun? Vain, "he said, and I allowed everything, because without me the planets around who would turn, and, poor things, what they would do then?
The comet, which had painted a very funny face, she looked very angry.
"I think important, right?
"I am.
- Why?
"If I were a suitcase, all the other planets of this system would fit inside me, and still have room for many more, are you enough?
Kite frowned.
- Guess what?
- What?
"You're not so big.
The Sun was angry a lot and threw flares on stunning everywhere but one that was where the kite was because if he had not scorched.
- How I'm not so big? Do you short sighted?
"No, I'm not short sighted, on the contrary, I see perfectly.
- Well, no shows!
-You get it wrong.
- I did not ever wrong!
"That you believe yourself.
- Come on, prove it!
- Sure I'll prove it!
- How?
"Very easy, if you sneak around instead of always in the same place, you deign to visit your neighbors from time to time, you may know many things.
- I can not go visiteo like an ordinary meteorite, why do you take me?!
-On a proud fool.
The sun, yellow, flushed with anger.
- You, you ...!
"I'm a comet from the earth, that you call the third world with such contempt, and look what I say, so vain!, Since the Earth is so big you actually I do not see anything great, you see little one, little, so little one that even a satellite like our Moon, you know who I mean?, you can be completely darkened, and, worse for you, even a small cloud can cover your borrándote face of the sky ... Would you tell me now where is this greatness that fills you with pride?
The Sun was cross-eyed with rage, tried to say something and no words came out, the kite smiled mockingly.
"Well, what are you cat ate your tongue?
- Look, if I turn off, finally managed to stammer out the sun with menacing tone, "if I turn off the dark I leave you forever!
"You will not, if you turn off anyone you see and that's not going to be able to bear.
The Sun was regaining its beautiful yellow but still sulking at the insolence of the small comet.
- Guess what?, I'm not here to listen to your nonsense placed precisely, so it leave me alone.
- Goodbye! "Said the kite very determined.
The Sun, was not expected such a reaction, the sea was caught.
- How goodbye, you've just arrived and you're leaving?
The kite then started swinging away to pick up momentum, and ornaments of paper handkerchiefs fluttered like a farewell.
- have not told me to leave you alone?
- was a way of talking! Cried the Sun, very hurt, but she went away as he winked maliciously.
- Hey, hey, wait, do not go! "Begged the sun down from its pedestal of pride, and, indeed, was a huge effort to do so.
- Why I'll stay if you come from a planet so small and unworthy of your interest?
The Sun remained quiet for a while, but then surrendered unconditionally.
"You make me company ... and entertain me, Is so sad to be here forever, the center of everything and more just that one! ...
- Wow, so now I'm the clown who amuses you, eh?
humble The Sun said:
"Sorry, I have not said to offend, really ... Stay a little longer, please ...
What Kite said when he heard that? Then he pretended to meditate for a while, mostly so that the sun does not believe that their prayers were orders because it was seen that the Sun was a bossy, and then had a little heart as well and compassionate, it was a little more, but long, long, long time, while still up there with the sun, keeping him company.
Have not you ever seen?
course being so little one, so little one, no surprise. Now do not feel disappointed, not any astronomer of the Earth has been discovered yet, and they did not know there ... But you will!
* Badosa. com. "The comet that flew too high." Accessed 5/11/1923. Available at: http://www.badosa.com/bin/obra.pl?id=n138
Story 3:
Kite Flying in my dreams
Someone asked for me and I was not, I replied to return this way: I was in my childhood
wanted friend, I laid me on the kite and I was down, happy, clinging to the string, looking at the sky, I walked down the tail of old ties that my father had discarded, I saw also the arrival, pintún the old and well dressed .
Hidden in the branches of old fig tree, I could feel that kiss and hug that gave the jug that I went.
I left them to stay away slowly, that temptation ripe figs! could not resist and ate some, then I felt my hands sticky and milk from those delicious fruits I began to itch, I remembered that from the top of the fig tree that stretch a little jar climbed to the roof, I saw the pool where my mother used laundry, white milk that is dried and itchy, without a second thought I jumped and there was, I rinsed with water cool and clear and I was happy as younger.
could see the sea and took a deep breath, the flower of the bird, the wire stretched sheets, and down the open skylight on the patio, the table set up, my mother was spinning in the kitchen, got my sisters after I saw them eating while chatted and saw the jar say something softly while her eyes looked at me, then continued talking quietly and I was happy to see me and see.
It was afternoon and played from a distance with friends, neighbors greeted in silence, the night was coming, should go, slowly, very slowly, almost reluctantly undertook the flight, I stopped again at the fig tree to look back on an instant and there were all! my parents, the jar, my sisters, but that was not all! uncles, cousins, my grandmother, neighbors, friends greeted me with his hands, smiling and even the dog jumped happily and felt the jar, he shouted from below, "veteran, come back whenever you want, tomorrow I traced the kite again!
So today, here, is that my father lives in my memories, my mother still has about me and the dour and serious veteran is also a jar and I'm happy.
* Enlacesuruguayos.com. "Kite Flying in my dreams." Accessed 05/11/1923. Available at: http://enlacesuruguayos.com/volando.htm
