students had to practice
the use of pretérito and imperfecto tenses. I played the song "Nací en el Mediterráneo" by Estopa as the
starting point of a lesson plan for two days. Through song-related activities such as analysis of the
lyrics, meaning negotiation, research on Internet, and debate, students learned about the importance of
the Mediterranean Sea in Spanish culture. The style of the song, Catalonian rumba, also connects Spain
with Latin America with its fusion of Cuban rhythms, Spanish flamenco and Rock & Roll. These steps
led us to focus on the city of Córdoba, Spain. My students then used the Internet to investigate and
present to the class their findings as “experts” with PowerPoints, videos or other technological
resources, on the concept of the "three cultures" (Christian, Jewish and Muslim) and how their
coexistence during the Middle Ages is reflected in the personality of the modern city in its traditions,
food, and architecture. I followed this activity with a group discussion,
the use of pretérito and imperfecto tenses. I played the song "Nací en el Mediterráneo" by Estopa as the
starting point of a lesson plan for two days. Through song-related activities such as analysis of the
lyrics, meaning negotiation, research on Internet, and debate, students learned about the importance of
the Mediterranean Sea in Spanish culture. The style of the song, Catalonian rumba, also connects Spain
with Latin America with its fusion of Cuban rhythms, Spanish flamenco and Rock & Roll. These steps
led us to focus on the city of Córdoba, Spain. My students then used the Internet to investigate and
present to the class their findings as “experts” with PowerPoints, videos or other technological
resources, on the concept of the "three cultures" (Christian, Jewish and Muslim) and how their
coexistence during the Middle Ages is reflected in the personality of the modern city in its traditions,
food, and architecture. I followed this activity with a group discussion,
Día 1: escuchar anción, atividades on la letra, repaso de pretérito y subjuntivo (hablar de la niñez y juventud)
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Quizá porque mi niñez
sigue jugando en tu playa,
y escondido tras las cañas
duerme mi primer amor,
llevo tu luz y tu olor
por donde quiera que vaya,
y amontonado en tu arena
guardo amor, juegos y penas.
Yo,
que en la piel tengo el sabor
amargo del llanto eterno,
que han vertido en ti cien pueblos
de Algeciras a Estambul,
para que pintes de azul
sus largas noches de invierno.
A fuerza de desventuras,
tu alma es profunda y oscura.
A tus atardeceres rojos
se acostumbraron mis ojos
como el recodo al camino...
Soy cantor, soy embustero,
me gusta el juego y el vino,
Tengo alma de marinero...
¿Qué le voy a hacer, si yo
nací en el Mediterráneo?
Y te acercas, y te vas
después de besar mi aldea.
Jugando con la marea
te vas, pensando en volver.
Eres como una mujer
perfumadita de brea
que se añora y que se quiere
que se conoce y se teme... ay.
Si un día para mi mal
viene a buscarme la parca.
Empujad al mar mi barca
con un levante otoñal
y dejad que el temporal
desguace sus alas blancas.
Y a mí enterradme sin duelo
entre la playa y el cielo...
En la ladera de un monte,
más alto que el horizonte.
Quiero tener buena vista.
Mi cuerpo será camino,
le daré verde a los pinos
y amarillo a la genista...
Cerca del mar porque yo
nací en el Mediterráneo...
Quizás: Perhaps
Niñez: Childhood
escondido tras las cañas: hidden behind the canes
luz: light
olor: smell
amontonado: piled
penas: sorrows
piel: skin
sabor amargo: bitter flavour
llanto: crying
han vertido: have shed
A fuerza de desventuras: Because of misadventures,
alma: soul
y eyes got used to
your red dusks
like the bend to the truck...
I am a singer,I am a liar,
I like gambling and wine,
I have the soul of a sailor...
What can I do?
I was born in the Mediterranean.
And you approach,and you leave
after kissing my small village.
Playing with the tide
you go away,thinking of returning.
You are like a woman
scented(4) with tar
who is missed and loved,
who is known and feared.
Oh...! If the fate (death) comes
in search of me an unhappy day.
Push my boat to the sea
with an autumnal east wind (Levante)
and allow the storm
can strip its white wings.
And bury me without mourning
between the beach and the sky...
In the hillside of a mountain,
higher than the horizon.
I want to have a good view.
My body will be way,
I will give green to the pines
and yellow to the broom...
Near the sea.Because I was born
in the Mediterranean.
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