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It's evening in the forest and Little Owl wakes up from his day-long sleep to watch his friends enjoying the night. Hedgehog sniffs for mushrooms, Skunk nibbles at berries, Frog croaks, and Cricket sings. A full moon rises and Little Owl can't understand why anyone would want to miss it. Could the daytime be nearly as wonderful?

Dr. Gonzalez gathers in this work an ensemble of the poetry written by women poets in Santo Domingo during the eighties and nineties with a similar Lezamian perspective: relief, focus on sharp features, and yet there is also breadth and unity of comprehension, despite the complexity, or rather, on account of it.

Geronimo Stilton viaja al Reino de la fantasía y descubre cómo huelen las brujas, las sirenas, los dragones, las hadas, los duendes... ¡Éste es el primer libro del mundo con 8 olores sorprendentes! Frótalas y huele, ¿perfume o tufo? Un excelente regalo de Navidad.

A group of thirty chronicles that Fabrizio Meja Madrid spun along thirteen years while strolling up and down the national territory, from the forest to the desert, from the mountains to the highlands, to end, like so many other Mexicans every year, crossing the northern frontier. New drugs, saints with beatified roosters, murderers of one night and of one life, communards with "machetes" and teachers surrounding the foreigner murdered in Oaxaca, a town of kidnappers and three missing towns, the television that presents circus phenomena, the fantasies of the national porn, the corpses of too...