Didattica Scuola Primaria

 Fantastical narrative: Logos Thousands of light years away from Earth, lost among the galaxies, there is the planet Logos. What is most surprising is that we are accustomed to imagining an alien being completely different from us: ugly, three-eyed, with a flaccid body, sometimes hairy, and so on. Actually, the inhabitants of Logos are exactly like us. The only difference is, they live in a more advanced society than ours, technologicy-wise. There are no economic problems there, or struggles for survival. There are no rich and no poor, everyone is equal. Do you feel like having chicken and chips? Just press a button, and there it is. Do you want to travel? Forget high speed trains! You can reach any other planet from your home in very little time. You just sit in your personal spaceship, choose your destination, press a button and… go! At this point I can anticipate that you, my little readers, are faced with a doubt. You are beginning to like this planet and so you a

 In memory of the dead: a poem for November 2 nd . Up in the Sky Every night I look at the sky Looking for a star You are the most beautiful one In the depths of the bluest sky You are my mother I am sure of it, it’s you. (Ercole Bonjean) Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean poem Ercole Bonjean short story

 Close reading and textual interpretation – The End of a Friendship The dog and the cat once were the greatest of friends: they napped together, ate together, and played in great harmony. One day the cat caught its reflection in the surface of a lake and, very pleased with its image, thought it was the most beautiful and most elegant of animals. The dog, who certainly was not beautiful (it was a poor basset hound) took offence in this. And so it was that the two animals could no longer stand each other; the dog started playing with other dogs, and the cat with a ball of wool. Their friendship ended forever, and they became enemies. (Ercole Bonjean) Translation by Chiara Amoretti Close reading: Have cat and dog always been enemies? No, the cat and the dog were once friends. What happened then? One day the cat caught its reflection in a lake and thought it was the most beautiful animal. What was the cat’s attitude like after he started feeling

  Mr Winter With a slow slow pace It sends rain, snow and wind; How cold is his face, How rare to see it smiling. It only feels a little joy, When the children are at play Then, its eyes lose their freeze And it lights the sky up with glee. Slowly, with its cane, It stops the wind and the rain; Here comes the night, It closes its eyes: it’s Spring. Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean poem Ercole Bonjean short story Save and print

Compiti per le vacanze estive Le avventure di Pokonaso - Capitolo II Che cosa porta al collo la zia di Pokonaso. Che cosa chiede la mamma di Pokonaso dopo che la zia se n'è andata? Che cosa decide di fare? Quali informazioni Pokonaso vuole da suo padre? Quali animali incontrano Pokonaso e Okkibuffi nel loro cammino verso il mare? Pokonaso trova subito le conchiglie? Perché? Perché alla fine Pokonaso deve salire sul suo mammut? Rispondo alle domande del II capitolo La zia di Pokonaso porta al collo una collana di conchiglie. Pokonaso chiede alla mamma di che cosa è fatta quella bella collana di sua zia. Pokonaso decide di donare una collana di conchiglie, più bella e più grande di quella della zia alla sua mamma. Pokonaso chiede al padre da dove vengano le conchiglie e dove si trova il mare. Gli animali che Pokonaso e Okkibuffi incontrano sono un grande orso peloso e un peloso rinoceronte miope.

Lettura e comprensione del testo Le avventure di Pokonaso – Capitolo III Qual è la passeggiata preferita da Pokonaso? Perché Okkibuffi barrisce? Che cosa lo ha punto? Quale oggetto scopre Pokonaso? Dove va la famiglia di Pokonaso il mattino seguente? Perché Babbo ad un certo momento rincorre il figlio urlando? Perché Pokonaso si perde? Chi aiuta Pokonaso e Okkibuffi a salvarsi? Rispondo alle domande del III Capitolo La passeggiata preferita da Pokonaso era camminare fino in cima alla valle, arrampicandosi su tortuosi sentieri e raggiungere il lago. Okkibuffi barrisce perché è stato punto da un corno che sbucava da un cespuglio. Pokonaso scopre che quel grande corno che aveva punto Okkibuffi era un corno di alce. La famiglia di Pokonaso il mattino seguente si incamminò verso la brughiera. Babbo rincorre Pokonaso e Okkibuffi urlando perché dove loro giocavano c'era il terreno paludoso. Pokonaso

Il brutto anatroccolo Un pomeriggio d'estate mamma anatra guardava con un sorriso le uova della sua covata che presto si sarebbero schiuse. “Cric crac” fece il primo uovo. “Cric crac” fecero una dopo l'altra tutte le uova. I gusci si ruppero e ne uscirono cinque batuffoli gialli. “Come siete belli!” disse la mamma. Ma un ultimo uovo, più grande e più scuro degli altri, era ancora chiuso. Mamma anatra era preoccupata, ma finalmente anche quello cominciò a scricchiolare. “Pac!” fece il guscio mentre si rompeva. Mamma anatra fu molto sorpresa quando vide il suo nuovo piccolo. “Non assomiglia affatto agli altri!” disse. “E' così grosso, e ha piume grigie e il becco grande!” “Com'è brutto!” dissero in coro le anatre della fattoria. “Com'è brutto!” dissero i cinque fratellini. “Pazienza! Diventerà più bello da grande!” sospirò la mamma, e portò i piccoli al laghetto a fare la loro prima nuotata. I giorni passarono, ma per il brutto anatroccolo non erano g

  A chocolate school One day the Minister of Education changed the structure and the organisation of elementary schools. That night he declared on the news: “Let’s be done with this school where kids have to study for hours on end, do homework and never have fun. From now on school will be fun. All classrooms will be full of toys, and lots of candy: chocolate, sweets and lots of Coke. The teachers will have to organize parties and games, and lots of fun trips. They will play films and educational cartoons. This way, kids will love school and will study more as a consequence: it is so simple.”  The news travelled the world and everybody praised this incredible initiative. Kids were happy and were already excited about the change. The only one who was angry was the Minister of Economy. He thought to himself: “How are we going to pay for all those toys, all those sweets, poor me!” The happiest of all were bakers, the toy and the cinema industries. The long awaited first day

 A not-so-clever fox A hungry fox, in the middle of the night, went to a henhouse to fill his stomach with a big hen. He managed to sneak in through a hole in the fence. The hens were asleep, but the rooster had one eye and one ear open and understood what was happening. He jumped up and placed himself on the highest point of the henhouse. When the wolf entered, the rooster seized it with a jump, and made it flee with a few sharp pecks. The hens were saved and the fox had to go to the vet to have its wounds taken care of. Brief synopsis: Once upon a time a very hungry fox decided to get into a henhouse. The hens were asleep because the rooster was watching over them. Indeed when the rooster saw the fox, it jumped on its back causing it to flee and run to the vet. Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar posts: Ercole Bonjean short story Saves and prints

One step away from the coast Far-away lights appear in the deep darkness of the sky and the sea; here we are, we are almost there. Time gives rhythm to the boat: slowly it looks for the north. All of a sudden a big fire brightens our faces, but this warmth brings no livelihood: it is only another demon, taking all hope away. In the dark waters, when everything seems to have reached its end, a big strong hand pulls me back to the surface. I don’t manage to meet his gaze and I dream, I dream of landing on a peaceful island where my wounds can scar, and start again. The sun’s warmth wakes me up and gives me strength. I walk on the whitest of beaches, stroked by a quiet sea, intensely blue. But soon it becomes grey, like the cold clouds that are now invading the sea. I wish for a blanket where I can find shelter, and I see an infinite number of them next to the coast, but now, those blankets, can’t warm me up anymore. Ercole Bonjean Translation by Chiara Amoretti Similar