QUARTERS

No saques espinas donde no hay espigas.   This one is about hope, about not losing hope. It says that even if you don’t find something useful or good (ears of wheat), you shouldn’t keep looking until you find something painful (thorns) instead.   Ears of wheat and thorns have something in common. Both leave […]

The first word is haven, but we prefer harbor, because it smells like the sea. In the next page there is a haystack, and we couldn’t leave the needle out. If we are talking about impossible things, that would be a dream, and since cats are afraid of the water and their claws are sharp

All the words contain the letter R. We found a queen by a small river, and the dictionary told us that her story had to end in a display of anger. Once upon a time there was a queen that loved the sound of her own voice. It was said that she would keep talking

Escoba desatada, persona desalmada.   Such a lovely comparison. It says that a broom that has lost its bristles is like a soulless person.   A soul is the broom each of us has been given to sweep the world. To sweep the corner of the world we call home and try to make it

No se ha de exprimir tanto la naranja, que amargue el zumo.   This proverb warns us not to squeeze oranges until the bitter end, to stop while the juice still tastes sweet. But not everything that can be squeezed is doomed to end in bitterness. Brains and hearts can be squeezed too, the difference

The word we found was monkey. It was accompanied by a proverb we adore, that says that even monkeys fall from trees. And since farewell was in the same page, we imagined a wake, with a mournful mother saying goodbye. Once upon a time there was a little monkey that made a mistake. He fell,

Reniego del amigo que cubre con las alas y muerde con el pico. According to this saying friends are birds. Birds that cover us with their wings, distracting us with comfortable shadows, while they hurt us with their sharp beaks. The saying urges us to disown those friends, but we are partial to birds, and

Both words are monsters. The first one was ghoul, one of those evil spirits that devour dead bodies, in other words, a scavenger. The second one was dove, which has a nicer ring than pigeon, but remains a monster nonetheless. And since we already had a bell, we couldn’t let the word dovetail pass us

The first word was heart. In the next page there was a mischievous child. And the ants appeared because they share part of that child’s name. There is a child. There is a mother that is tired of her son’s mischief. Broom in hand, the mother is still dealing with the ants that took over

Hay ojos que de lagañas se enamoran.   The proverb says that some eyes fall in love with sleep, with that thing that can be found in the corners of our eyes when it’s time to wake up and say goodbye to our dreams. Sleep isn’t clay, but it comes pretty close. There are myths