#Spanish Literature

Rinconete y Cortadillo (Rinconete y Cortadillo) Artist: Arturo Montero y Calvo (Spanish, 1859-1887) Date: 1881 Medium: Oil on canvas Collection: Museo Nacional del Prado, Madrid, Spain Description “ Rinconete y Cortadillo ” (or “ Novela de Rinconete y Cortadillo ”) [ is one of the twelve short stories included in Novelas Ejemplares , by Spanish writer Miguel de Cervantes . It describes the comical adventures of two petty criminals as they travel to Seville and are then taken in by the city's thieves’ guild. Seville at the time was a rich city with marked social contrasts, being the entrepôt of Spain and the new world of the Americas. Plot Two young men, Rincón and Cortado, meet at a roadside inn. They boastfully share stories of robbing and cheating fellow travelers that make it clear that they are both pícaros - wandering petty criminals - and agree to continue on together. They travel to Seville, where their petty crimes bring them to the attention of the city’s thieves’ guild. Rincón and Cortado are taken in by the guild, and in the second half of the story, they observe its comical organization and antics under its leader, Monipodio. As a sign of the pair’s absorption into the syndicate, Monipodio gives them the affectionate nicknames of the story’s title, Rinconete y Cortadillo.

Cuando estás leyendo un retelling de “Anastasia” de 1997, y te topas con este párrafo: “Porque el sol ya no calentaria jamás, porque nunca volvería a crecer la hierba, porque el hielo haría que todo el mundo se congelase sin ella. Sin ella”

Guys the history of Spanish literature is so full of gems I love it so much. Not only do we have the Manco de Lepanto (a.k.a. Miguel de Cervantes) and Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, but we’ve also got Francisco de Quevedo and Luis de Góngora, two poets from the same time with very different styles whom, far from admiring each other as they probably should have, absolutely fucking hated each other’s guts and wrote a series of satirical poems insulting one another. Here’s the most popular one of those poems, titled “A Una Nariz”, in which Francisco de Quevedo mocks Góngora’s nose: A UNA NARIZ Érase un hombre a una nariz pegado, érase una nariz superlativa, érase una nariz sayón y escriba, érase un pez espada muy barbado. Érase un reloj de sol mal encarado, érase un alquitara pensativa, érase un elefante boca ariba, era Ovidio Nasón mas narizado. Érase un espolón de una galera, érase una pirámide de Egipto, las doce tribus de narices era. Érase un naricísimo infinito, muchísima nariz, nariz tan fiera, que en la cara de Anás fuera delito. Quevedo I spent the evening giggling thanks to this I love it

books i read in 2026 : extramuros by jesús fernández santos “ They [the prophets] could be heard from behind the lattices, shouting at that wretched lot. They always promised them a blissful life after death in exchange for a communal act of confession. And I wondered how that flock of the blind, the lame, and the mad could have offended God, what sin, however slight, was even within their reach, what did they owe anyone but life itself, that cruel succession of days, with no charity to be found, hoping only in their faith, when not in their rage. For other prophets did not look to the heavens, but to the estates of the rich, to their larders, and to the finery they still paraded during the feasts. Some there were who led their followers to the very walls of the city, burning houses, trampling all of value they found in their path, plundering granaries and stores until men-at-arms from the court succeeded in driving them out, but not before hanging their ringleaders .” (translated by me) ★★★★ ★

“Green was the silence, wet was the light, The month of June trembled like a butterfly.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

La sombra del viento - ??? (Arabic Edition) Barcelona, 1945: A city slowly heals from its war wounds, and Daniel, an antiquarian book dealer’s son who mourns the loss of his mother, finds solace in a mysterious book entitled The Shadow of the Wind, by one Julian Carax. But when he sets out to find the author’s other works, he makes a shocking discovery: someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book Carax has written. In fact, Daniel may have the last of Carax’s books in existence. Soon Daniel’s seemingly innocent quest opens a door into one of Barcelona’s darkest secrets–an epic story of murder, madness, and doomed love.

Hello everynyan. Here are some pdfs with 2° Bachillearto (last year of highschool) level and contents of spanish literature. Tumblr wont let you add documents so heres the link to a drive with it. Literatura - Google Drive It contains the original notes our teacher gave us. That one has some notes written by me. Sometimes about the content, sometimes about the exams. There are fragments of the books there for us to work on so those are noted too. Then theres the sumarized historical and literary contexts for 3 out of 4 of the authors that we had to put in the exams rather than the whole extended notes on the other document. And then theres a diagram with the structure of La casa de Bernarda Alba so it would be easier to memorize for us and to know where in the book the fragment of the exam was. I probably had more notes but lost them. Hope this helps anyone out there really.

Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Pablo Neruda.

I’m embarrassed to say I didn’t know anything about Don Quixote de la Mancha before I started reading it for my book club but I kind of love the discussions he has with Sancho Panza and would like to see some satire written using the conversation style

Garcilaso de la Vega , from “ Sonnet X ,” featured in Spanish Poetry: A Selection from the Cantar de Mio Cid to Miguel Hernandez

Parece meme pero es delibes

Leyendo Las Hijas de la Tierra de Alaitz Leceaga, y Rafael y Gloria tienen tantas vibes a Jaime y Cersei Lannister que me he quedado anonadada.

studying spanish literature for test #tired

Don Quixote and Sancho Panza at a Crossroad Artist: Wilhelm Marstrand (Danish, 1810–1873) Date: After 1847 Medium: Oil on canvas Collection: Nivaagaard Museum, Niva, Denmark

Feliz día de “tal día como hoy, hace un porrón de años, enterramos a Cervantes” :D

La sombra del viento - Russia Barcelona, 1945: A city slowly heals from its war wounds, and Daniel, an antiquarian book dealer’s son who mourns the loss of his mother, finds solace in a mysterious book entitled The Shadow of the Wind, by one Julian Carax. But when he sets out to find the author’s other works, he makes a shocking discovery: someone has been systematically destroying every copy of every book Carax has written. In fact, Daniel may have the last of Carax’s books in existence. Soon Daniel’s seemingly innocent quest opens a door into one of Barcelona’s darkest secrets–an epic story of murder, madness, and doomed love.

“ My friend Oscar is one of those princes without kingdom who wander around hoping you’ll kiss them so they won’t turn into frogs. He gets everything back to front and that’s why I like him. People who think they get everything right do things wrong, and this, coming from a left-handed person, says it all. He looks at me and thinks I don’t see him. he imagines I’ll evaporate if he touches me and if he doesn’t touch me, then he’ll evaporate. He’s got me on such a high pedestal he doesn’t know how to get up there. He thinks my lips are door to paradise, but doesn’t know they are poisoned. I am such a coward that I don’t tell him so as not to lose him. I pretend I don’t see him, and that I am, indeed, going to evaporate… My friend Oscar is one of those princes who would be well advised to stay away from fairy tales and the princesses who inhabit them. He doesn’t know he’s really Prince Charming who must kiss Sleeping Beauty in order to wake her from her eternal sleep, but that’s because Oscar doesn’t know that fairy tales are lies, although not all lies are fairy tales. Princes aren’t charming, and sleeping beauties, however beautiful, never wake up from their sleep. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had and if I ever come across Merlin, I’ll thank him for having placed him in my path.” —Marina, Carlos Ruiz Zafon

WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF!!!!!! Omg you guys I’m reading ‘todos los hombres del rey’ and they literally just came out and said Ren has feelings for Camelia and everyone but Camelia can see it. OMG YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!! My ship is finally sailing <3 Oh Laura Gallego…. The great artist you are. You have me giddy like the teen I was when I read the first book. This was so much worth the wait. Really if you can read Spanish and still haven’t read her stuff you are not living.

Wanted to gift a book to bestie but, to date, there’s only been a bilingual edition of it, and the only copy I could get had a really damaged cover so I decided I couldn’t sent it like that and poorly rebound the book cover. Can post now bc he alrady has the parcel.