Last April 20, we had the good fortune of attending a kite building and flight workshop held at the Therapeutic Educational Center for Children and Teenagers (abbreviated CETNA in Spanish), located in Fleni Escobar facilities.
An actually happy and emotive experience, which is reflected in the images, in Betty's text and Pipo's writing for his grandson Iñaki
The CETNA is a center specially developed for an early educational and medical intervention for toddlers and children having disorders in their development.
Likewise, it also provides an integral assistance to young people under 18 years old, with motor, cognitive or emotional disorders that affect their development.
Its purpose is to furnish these population -formed by children, teenagers and their family- most of the medical and educational resources needed for optimizing their life quality
Barrileteada
Un ovillo de piolín
... dos varitas que hay que atar
... el rollito de papel
y la cinta de pegar.
Ya llegó... por fin... el día
... vienen hoy papá y mamá
las pinturas... a mi hermana
se las vamos a gastar.
No olvides la plasticola
... ni el polvo de abrillantar
... me comenta el abuelito
que hoy podré con vos volar.
Me prestaron las tijeras
Barrilete... aquí están
ya te corto tus flequitos
... con el viento han de flamear.
No te asustes... Barrilete
que el señor que te ha inventado
hoy a mi me ha asegurado
que te puedo manejar.
Te han escrito allí mi nombre
mucha suerte nos va a dar
juntos vamos... Barrilete
Por los cielos a volar.
Y ha llegado ya el momento
no me tienes que fallar
que con vos... vuelan mis sueños
Barrilete... Allí vas.
Para mi nieto Iñaki
FLENI, 20 de abril 2007
Edad feliz la de los sueños niños
...barriletes que remontan la ciudad.
About magical workshops and "terrestrial angels"
There are workshops, and there are magical workshops, and this one, no doubt, belongs to the second group; it's like a caress on your heart.
We left early, it was a bit far, to Escobar. The workshop location: Fleni Institute.
After buying cremona for mate time -a classic, otherwise, there's neither workshop nor kiteflying. Norma and Héctor were waiting for us, as well as the therapists who had convoked us: Sol, Florencia, Valeria and Analía, a sort of terrestrial angels.
Then the children arrived. We handed over some kites for them to fasten on their sweater and fly with us. Some of them laughed, others wouldn't, some of them watched, others looked as if they didn't see. We worked hard, shoulder to shoulder, some parents, the angels -which were many- and use, the BaToCo members. At midday, thanks to the Supreme Angel, it stopped raining and we went outdoors to fly the kites that the children built. No matter the weariness, when one watches their faces, everything turns meaningful. There were the angels' comments, they were overjoyed. The children had paid much attention and cooperated eagerly in the decoration (we all ended filled with glue and brillantine).
'It was actually very good', they said; 'we must repeat this!', most of them would say. They invited us to have lunch with another angels, some were blue, others, pale blue or plaid, all of them sharing and looking happy. "How can you be here every day?" "We are glad to be here, and if one kid makes progress, even just by giving only one step, we feel satisfied". Who else but a terrestrial angel can give such an answer?
In the afternoon, we, the three BaToCo members were there, and it came Milagros, who interviewed us for the university. In the end, she stayed and helped us, and built her first kite for herself. She wasn't an angel but rather an elf... I think, don't you?
And it stopped raining again. There was a strong wind. Gustavo assembled two arcs of rhombus, and flew his huge foil covered with multi-color rotors, and Roberto's double-star couldn't be absent.
When the children and their angels got into the field, you wouldn't believe how surprised they looked. A kite got "hung" on a tree, and one of the angels magically took it down... well, she used a staircase. Fortunately, all of them flew. But there was something else.
A boy using crutches, who had never wanted to step on the grass before, run on it until he fell down, and Roberto threw himself at his side. I think that for the first time on that day, the little boy let out a burst of laughter, but it was worthwhile, even though the pants remained dyed with green grass.
The angels helped us carry everything, and walked with us to the pick-up, making favorable comments about the experience. 'Mind you, please, you have to return!'
Yes, invite us and we'll be there. The only real beneficiaries after this magic workshop are us, the BaToCo members. Thank you, Fleni, for sharing with us your children and your angels!
Betty
