Ya deca yo que algo faltaba en este blog. A ver, si estamos hablando de temas de
biologa...supongo yo que debemos mencionar a los cientficos ms destacados en este
campo y sus contribuciones a la sociedad y al mundo cientfico. Digo yo, vamos!!!Bueno,
aqu van unos cuantos:
1. Charles Darwin
2. Aristteles
3. Louis Pasteur
4. Galeno
5. Hipcrates
TEORIA DE DARWIN
Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life (El Origen
de las especies por medio de la seleccin natural, o la preservacin de las razas
preferidas en la lucha por la vida), con este ttulo uno se puede imaginar a los
londinenses yendo a la librera a comprarla o en los cafs (.te has ledo); alguien
con sentido comn debi pensar que este ttulo era demasiado largo (6 edicin) y
que era ms practico acortarlo a El Origen de las Epecies, y as es como la
conocemos la mayora del pblico, bueno el que la conoce. En Espaa no tuvimos
que pasar por este sufrimiento ya que fue la sexta edicin la que se tradujo al
espaol en 1877.
El gigante egosta
Todas las tardes, al salir de la escuela, los nios jugaban en el jardn de un gran
castillo deshabitado. Se revolcaban por la hierba, se escondan tras los arbustos
repletos de flores y trepaban a los rboles que cobijaban a muchos pjaros
cantores. All eran muy felices.
Una tarde, estaban jugando al escondite cuando oyeron una voz muy fuerte.
-Qu hacis en mi jardn?
El gigante egosta
Temblando de miedo, los nios espiaban desde sus escondites, desde donde
vieron a un gigante muy enfadado. Haba decidido volver a casa despus de vivir
con su amigo el ogro durante siete aos.
-He vuelto a mi castillo para tener un poco de paz y de tranquilidad -dijo con voz
de trueno-. No quiero or a nios revoltosos. Fuera de mi jardn! Y que no se os
ocurra volver!
Los nios huyeron lo ms rpido que pudieron.
-Este jardn es mo y de nadie ms -mascullaba el gigante-. Me asegurar de que
nadie ms lo use.
Muy pronto lo tuvo rodeado de un muro muy alto lleno de pinchos.
En la gran puerta de hierro que daba entrada al jardn el gigante colg un cartel
que deca PROPIEDAD PRIVADA. Prohibido el paso. . Todos los das los nios
asomaban su rostro por entre las rejas de la verja para contemplar el jardn que
tanto echaban de menos.
Luego, tristes, se alejaban para ir a jugar a un camino polvoriento. Cuando lleg el
invierno, la nieve cubri el suelo con una espesa capa blanca y la escarcha pint
de plata los rboles. El viento del norte silbaba alrededor del castillo del gigante y
el granizo golpeaba los cristales.
-Cmo deseo que llegue la primavera! -suspir acurrucado junto al fuego.
El gigante egosta
En cada rbol se hallaba subido un nio. Haban entrado al jardn por un agujero
del muro y la primavera los haba seguido. Un solo nio no haba conseguido subir
a ningn rbol y lloraba amargamente porque era demasiado pequeo y no
llegaba ni siquiera a la rama ms baja del rbol ms pequeo.
El gigante sinti compasin por el nio.
-Qu egosta he sido! Ahora comprendo por qu la primavera no quera venir a mi
jardn. Derribar el muro y lo convertir en un parque para disfrute de los nios.
Pero antes debo ayudar a ese pequeo a subir al rbol.
El gigante baj las escaleras y entr en su jardn, pero cuando los nios lo vieron
se asustaron tanto que volvieron a escaparse. Slo qued el pequeo, que tena
los ojos llenos de lgrimas y no pudo ver acercarse al gigante. Mientras el invierno
volva al jardn, el gigante tom al nio en brazos.
-No llores -murmur con dulzura, colocando al pequeo en el rbol ms prximo.
De inmediato el rbol se llen de flores, el nio rode con sus brazos el cuello del
gigante y lo bes.
El gigante egosta
Cuando los dems nios comprobaron que el gigante se haba vuelto bueno y
amable, regresaron corriendo al jardn por el agujero del muro y la primavera entr
con ellos. El gigante rea feliz y tomaba parte en sus juegos, que slo interrumpa
para ir derribando el muro con un mazo. Al atardecer, se dio cuenta de que haca
rato que no vea al pequeo.
-Dnde est vuestro amiguito? -pregunt ansioso.
Pero los nios no lo saban. Todos los das, al salir de la escuela, los nios iban a
jugar al hermoso jardn del gigante. Y todos los das el gigante les haca la misma
pregunta: -Ha venido hoy el pequeo? Tambin todos los das, reciba la misma
respuesta:
-No sabemos dnde encontrarlo. La nica vez que lo vimos fue el da en que
derribaste el muro.
El gigante se senta muy triste, porque quera mucho al pequeo. Slo lo alegraba
el ver jugar a los dems nios.
Los aos pasaron y el gigante se hizo viejo. Lleg un momento en que ya no pudo
jugar con los nios.
Una maana de invierno estaba asomado a la ventana de su dormitorio, cuando
de pronto vio un rbol precioso en un rincn del jardn. Las ramas doradas
estaban cubiertas de delicadas flores blancas y de frutos plateados, y debajo del
rbol se hallaba el pequeo.
-Por fin ha vuelto! -exclam el gigante, lleno de alegra.
El gigante egosta
Olvidndose de que tena las piernas muy dbiles, corri escaleras abajo y
atraves el jardn. Pero al llegar junto al pequeo enrojeci de clera.
-Quin te ha hecho dao? Tienes seales de clavos en las manos y en los pies!
Por muy viejo y dbil que est, matar a las personas que te hayan hecho esto.
Entonces el nio sonri dulcemente y le dijo:
-Calma. No te enfades y ven conmigo.
-Quin eres? -susurr el gigante, cayendo de rodillas.
-Hace mucho tiempo me dejaste Jugar en tu jardn -respondi el nio-. Ahora
quiero que vengas a jugar al mo, que se llama Paraso.
Esa tarde, cuando los nios entraron en el jardn para jugar con la nieve,
encontraron al gigante muerto, pacificamente recostado en un rbol, todo cubierto
de llores blancas.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice.
Every afternoon, when they left school, the children played in the garden of a large,
uninhabited castle. They rolled in the grass, hiding behind the flower-filled shrubs
and climbing the trees that sheltered many singing birds. There they were very
happy.
One afternoon, they were playing hide-and-seek when they heard a loud voice
What are you doing in my garden?
Trembling with fear, the children spied from their hiding places, from where they
saw a giant very angry. He had decided to go home after living with his friend the
ogre for seven years.
"I returned to my castle to have some peace and quiet," he said in a voice of
thunder. I do not want to hear angry kids. Get out of my garden! And do not you
ever come back!
The children fled as fast as they could.
"This garden is mine and no one else's," muttered the giant. I'll make sure no one
else uses it.
Very soon it was surrounded by a very high wall full of spikes.
In the large iron gate that led to the garden the giant hung a sign that said
"PRIVATE PROPERTY. No trespassing". . Every day the children looked out from
under the fence to look at the garden they so much missed.
Then, sadly, they went away to play a dusty road. When winter came, the snow
covered the ground with a thick white coat and the frost painted the trees with
silver. The north wind whistled around the castle of the giant, and the hail struck
the windows.
"How I wish for spring!" He sighed crouched by the fire.
Finally, spring came. The snow and the frost disappeared and the flowers colored
the earth with color. The trees were filled with shoots and the birds spread their
songs through the fields, except in the garden of the giant. There the snow and
frost still chilled the bare branches of the trees.
"Spring has not wanted to come to my garden," the giant complained again and
again. "My garden is a desert, sad and cold.
One morning the giant lay in bed, sad and dejected. With surprise he heard the
song of a blackbird. He ran to the window and was filled with joy. The snow and the
frost were gone, and all the trees were full of flowers.
In each tree a child was raised. They had entered the garden through a hole in the
wall, and spring had followed them. A single child had failed to climb a tree and
wept bitterly because it was too small and did not reach even the smallest branch
of the smallest tree.
The giant felt compassion for the child.
"How selfish I have been!" Now I understand why spring did not want to come to
my garden. I will tear down the wall and make it a playground for children to enjoy.
But first I must help that little one climb the tree.
The giant went down the stairs and entered his garden, but when the children saw
him they were so frightened that they escaped again. Only the little boy remained,
his eyes filled with tears and he could not see the giant approaching. As the winter
returned to the garden, the giant took the child in his arms.
"Do not cry," she murmured gently, placing the child on the nearest tree.
Immediately the tree filled with flowers, the boy wrapped his arms around the
giant's neck and kissed him.
When the other children found out that the giant had become good and kind, they
ran back into the garden through the hole in the wall and spring came in with them.
The giant laughed happily and took part in his games, That only interrupted to go
breaking down the wall with a mallet. At dusk, he realized that he had not seen the
child for some time.
"Where's your little friend?" He asked anxiously.
But the children did not know. Every day, when they left school, the children would
play in the giant's beautiful garden. And every day the giant asked them the same
question: "Has the little boy come today?" Also every day, he received the same
answer:
"We do not know where to find him." The only time we saw it was the day you
knocked down the wall.
The giant was very sad, because he loved the little one very much. He was just
glad to see the other children playing.
Years passed and the giant grew old. There came a time when he could no longer
play with the children.
One winter morning he was leaning against the window of his bedroom, when
suddenly he saw a beautiful tree in a corner of the garden. The golden branches
were covered with delicate white flowers and silver fruits, and under the tree was
the little one.
"He's finally back!" Exclaimed the giant, full of joy
Forgetting that his legs were too weak, he ran down the stairs and through the
garden. But when he reached the little boy, he reddened with anger.
"Who hurt you?" You have nails on your hands and feet! However old and weak I
am, I will kill the people who did this to you.
Then the boy smiled sweetly and said,
-Calm. Do not get angry and come with me.
-Who you are? Whispered the giant, falling to his knees.
"You let me play in your garden a long time ago," said the boy. Now I want you to
come and play mine, which is called Paradise.
That afternoon, when the children entered the garden to play with the snow, they
found the dead giant, peacefully lying in a tree, all covered with white tears.