The Suns of granny Gloria's. María Cristina Mercedes Daneri

      

      MECHITA DANERI MONTOYA

      ILLUSTRATIONS BY

      

      Editorial Autores de Argentina

      ISBN 978-987-87-1164-5

      Editorial Autores de Argentina

      www.autoresdeargentina.com

      Mail: [email protected]

      Design, cover assembly and inner layout: Fabia Estamatti

      Text reviewer: Graciela Dobantón

      Cover recreated works: Gloria Montoya

      Cover and inner drawings: Ricardo “Jaimo” Jaimovich

      Inner photographs of Gloria Montoya’s works: Fabián Haiek

      Translation and proofreading: Daniel Carrión de Gómez & Federico D. Gentile.

      Inner works: Gloria Montoya, private collection; Mechita Daneri Montoya and acrylics by Tomás Evans

      Literary reflections: Mimí Balbi de Cerini, Myrta Quinodoz, Granma Zuly (Carmen Zulima Rodríguez de Evans), Gabriel Grippo y Marcela Raspini. Your sweet reflections, all of them different from one another, helped me give birth to this, my first book in this series of children’s stories about Granny Gloria.

      Sincerely, thank you!

       I would like to share this homage to the sun and to love in

       the “land where dreams come true”.

       M. Daneri

      My name is Tommy. I am five years old. I don’t have a

      brother or a sister. I like to play a lot. My grandmother

      was an artist; she painted with many colors all the time.

      My grandmother liked to play with me. She gave me a blank sheet of paper and let me draw by her side.

      I always spied on her and copied what she drew.

      One day we invented a very funny game: she would draw a sun

      for me every morning. When I woke up, I had to find it

      and tell its color.

      One day, Granny drew me a sun... and it was red!

      I had breakfast and then left for kindergarten.

      The next morning, I found another sun. This

      time… it was orange! What a beautiful sun!

      Granny was very sweet. She was as sweet as honey. Her

      cheeks were pink and warm. I liked to give her lots of kisses.

      She tasted like pumpkin pie!

      She always said I draw pretty suns and stars.

      One day, when I woke up, I was dazzled by something.

      I opened the window and I found out it was the sun

      that my granny had given me that morning.

      But it was... yellow!

      It was still dark when I woke up another day, and

      I found a surprise... Granny had drawn a star and a

      white moon for me.

      Oh, Granny Gloria! I went over to her bed and gave her a

      “thank you” kiss.