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sidharthvardhan's review against another edition
5.0
Platero in the title is narrator's pet donkey. Jimenez sometimes talks to him sometimes talks about him in these prose poems either talking about memories (real? no idea) of experiences they had in each-other's company - simple pleasures, children, animals or cruel tragedies (death of people or animals, old age etc).
One of the personal favorite chapters:
The White Mare
"I have come home sad, Platero. Look: as I was coming through the Calle de las Flores, already at the Portada, in the very site where lightning killed the twin children, the white mare of El Sordo lay dead. Some almost naked children stood silently about. Purita, the seamstress who was passing by, told me that El Sordo, sick and tired of feeding the mare, had taken her to the boneyard this morning. You know that the poor old thing was as old as Don Julian and as stupid. She could not see or hear, and could scarcely walk. At about noon, the mare appeared again at the entrance to her master's house. Irritated, he seized a vine prop and tried to drive her away with blows. She would not go. Then he struck her with a sickle. People came up and amid curses and joking, the mare set out up the street, limping and stumbling. The children followed her with shouts and stones. Finally she fell to the ground and they finished killing her there. Some expression of pity, such as: "Let her die in peace!" hovered over her as if you and I had been there, Platero; but it was like a butterfly whirling in a strong sea wind. The stones were still lying beside her when I saw her, she as cold as they. One of her eyes was wide open. Sightless while she was alive, now that she was dead, it seemed to see. Its whiteness was the only light remaining in that dark street, over which the evening sky, seeming very high in the cold, was covered with the lightest fleece of pink clouds. "
One of the personal favorite chapters:
The White Mare
"I have come home sad, Platero. Look: as I was coming through the Calle de las Flores, already at the Portada, in the very site where lightning killed the twin children, the white mare of El Sordo lay dead. Some almost naked children stood silently about. Purita, the seamstress who was passing by, told me that El Sordo, sick and tired of feeding the mare, had taken her to the boneyard this morning. You know that the poor old thing was as old as Don Julian and as stupid. She could not see or hear, and could scarcely walk. At about noon, the mare appeared again at the entrance to her master's house. Irritated, he seized a vine prop and tried to drive her away with blows. She would not go. Then he struck her with a sickle. People came up and amid curses and joking, the mare set out up the street, limping and stumbling. The children followed her with shouts and stones. Finally she fell to the ground and they finished killing her there. Some expression of pity, such as: "Let her die in peace!" hovered over her as if you and I had been there, Platero; but it was like a butterfly whirling in a strong sea wind. The stones were still lying beside her when I saw her, she as cold as they. One of her eyes was wide open. Sightless while she was alive, now that she was dead, it seemed to see. Its whiteness was the only light remaining in that dark street, over which the evening sky, seeming very high in the cold, was covered with the lightest fleece of pink clouds. "
comfsp's review against another edition
4.0
nem is tudom, hogy értékeljem, ez annyira egy személyes gyűjteménynek tűnik
sok fejezet volt, ami nem tetszett, volt, ami jó volt és volt pár, amit kimondottan megszerettem
kedvencek: A bolond; Dögtemető; A hektikás lány; Lord; A verebek; Tűz a hegyekben; Vihar; A pici lány; Meghal a kanári; Út; A torony; Nosztalgia; Mélabú; Platerónak
sok fejezet volt, ami nem tetszett, volt, ami jó volt és volt pár, amit kimondottan megszerettem
kedvencek: A bolond; Dögtemető; A hektikás lány; Lord; A verebek; Tűz a hegyekben; Vihar; A pici lány; Meghal a kanári; Út; A torony; Nosztalgia; Mélabú; Platerónak
hufflepuffskein's review against another edition
Will keep reading in the future; started reading other bedtime stories to kids.
delaguila19's review against another edition
4.0
Tiene sus momentos de ternura y hasta cómico pero por momentos se siente un letargo que puede llegar al aburrimiento. Esa fué la principal razón para que me demore tano en acabarlo considerando que tiene pocas páginas. creo que es un libro que puede llegar a impactar mucho cuando uno es joven al parecer lo leí siendo muy viejo porque no me pareció el clásico que todos dicen que es. aunque igual le pongo cuatro estrellas.
menkswald's review
lighthearted
sad
slow-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? N/A
- Strong character development? No
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
3.0
kneesa's review against another edition
2.0
Me gustaría poder darle más calificación porque es un libro que a mi papá le gusta mucho, pero la verdad es que yo no conecte con él. Si hubo uno que otro mini relato (o poesía? capítulo?) que me gustó, pero en general me costó mucho trabajo leerlo.
drako1357's review against another edition
4.0
Platero y yo es una obra literaria de Juan Ramón Jiménez, publicada en 1914. Se trata de un conjunto de 138 capítulos en prosa poética, que relatan la amistad entre el narrador, un joven poeta, y su burro, Platero.
La obra está escrita en primera persona, y el narrador utiliza un lenguaje sencillo y lírico para describir sus vivencias con Platero. A través de sus ojos, el lector descubre la belleza del mundo rural, los paisajes de Moguer, y la sencillez de la vida cotidiana.
Platero es un personaje central de la obra. Es un burro pequeño, peludo y suave, que representa la inocencia, la pureza y la amistad. El narrador lo describe con gran detalle, y lo humaniza en ocasiones, atribuyéndole sentimientos y pensamientos humanos.
La amistad entre el narrador y Platero es uno de los temas principales de la obra. Es una amistad sincera y profunda, que se basa en el amor y el respeto. El narrador encuentra en Platero un compañero inseparable, que le ayuda a superar la soledad y el dolor.
Platero y yo es una obra universal, que ha sido traducida a más de 50 idiomas. Es un libro que ha cautivado a lectores de todas las edades, y que ha sido elogiado por su belleza poética, su sensibilidad y su mensaje de esperanza.
La obra está escrita en primera persona, y el narrador utiliza un lenguaje sencillo y lírico para describir sus vivencias con Platero. A través de sus ojos, el lector descubre la belleza del mundo rural, los paisajes de Moguer, y la sencillez de la vida cotidiana.
Platero es un personaje central de la obra. Es un burro pequeño, peludo y suave, que representa la inocencia, la pureza y la amistad. El narrador lo describe con gran detalle, y lo humaniza en ocasiones, atribuyéndole sentimientos y pensamientos humanos.
La amistad entre el narrador y Platero es uno de los temas principales de la obra. Es una amistad sincera y profunda, que se basa en el amor y el respeto. El narrador encuentra en Platero un compañero inseparable, que le ayuda a superar la soledad y el dolor.
Platero y yo es una obra universal, que ha sido traducida a más de 50 idiomas. Es un libro que ha cautivado a lectores de todas las edades, y que ha sido elogiado por su belleza poética, su sensibilidad y su mensaje de esperanza.