Prosody Exercises
Prosody Exercises
1. Say the following sentences, imagining you are talking about the balcony.
to the balcony with the neighbor. One must pronounce very well and project the voice, without
need to scream.
Who are you coming to the party with? I bought myself a t-shirt.
What time have we agreed on? I like summer.
Are we going to the beach? Buy me a loaf of bread.
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He is watching her from the balcony of Pablo's house.
Are you watching her from the balcony of Pablo's house?
-She is watching it from Pablo's house balcony!
Happy
Angry
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Frightened
Bored
Suspicion
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5. Repeat the multiplication tables, with their characteristic melody.
-1x3=3...
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INTONATION EXERCISES
The elder has lifted his gaze and placed it on the image of the
Virgin. She has rested her elbow on the arm of the chair |and has leaned on
the hand the head.
The elderly man stands up and goes to kneel before the image.
The little door opens and another gentleman appears in the doorway.
The courtiers laugh out loud if the lord smiles, and pretend to sob.
if he is slightly sad. Everyone has their obligations|and each
which boasts about its rights.
Some have the right to cover themselves | and others do not have the right to be
cutlery. The old man has left the room and has gone out to the garden.
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Crowds of visitors and servers extend and move around
corridors and rooms. The long series of vast rooms has gone
retaining visitors.
The elderly man with white beards is sitting at a table. Books and
papers|are piled on the table.|A silver bell
It shines on the red carpet.
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Exclamatory sentences
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EXPRESSIVE READING
The shepherd boy He is eight years old. When I found out that she was getting up at five.
in the morning , to make a journey of many leagues , for lands of
wolves between heather and oaks , it seemed impossible Around twelve o'clock
the morning or something later , I was returning During that time , I was going to
replace or help the father who has the livestock I spent the entire day.
Many times , at dusk, The children and I were going to tell stories.
While the weather was nice we sat under the sky , when
the first stars were starting . When the cold arrives , inside the house , to
heat of the fire . The young shepherd approached softly. , with their footsteps
without noise I was listening to the stories , but I didn't participate so to speak ,
of them Almost always , a slight smile surprised them , half ironic,
somewhat skeptical.
I never knew for sure if he liked stories. , I was afraid One day ,
I asked the teacher. he was a studious or intelligent boy .
It's been so long! -said He/She never knows what he/she thinks. But of course
does not feel interest He is not foolish. , but does not feel interest in anything.
More than once I was curious to know what world inhabited inside
from that small head brunette inside those big eyes
blacks The heart of a child it is always mysterious but none ,
like that of the shepherd boy The shepherd boy , has no interest in games ,
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for the stories , for the studies. He doesn't ask, like the other children from
town :
But, I know that the shepherd boy I could tell you an endless number of things. .
Because he often stays thoughtful , biting his lower lip of
a peculiar way hands in pockets , the lost gaze Sometimes ,
I lifted my head , and hears something Something that is the wind , the rumor of
the leaves , or an echo of voices that only he understands .
An echo that comes and goes among the trunks of the beech trees in the river of
ravine , and the cries of those nameless birds that fly darkly
about his close boyish head, when the sky begins to
to turn golden Something like an ancient and mysterious conversation , that there would have been
stage alone with nature , and I wouldn't want it to be interrupted by others
voices , other words that do not interest or discover him , still, a
better world.
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EXPRESSIVE READING
I was going to school I was cold The teacher I was lighting the stove no
I was heating the venue. I was throwing orange peels on the lid. , that
they released the smell of burnt confectionery when they were starting to roast . She
I was in the front rows by the large window. , through which he entered
the silvery light of the winter day. The hands I had them full of
chilblains , flushed to the bruising.
Face , hanging on the wall the map of Spain was shining The blackboard
had beetle-like reflections He was staring intensely at the board. , it was arriving at
to get dizzy The teacher I was thinking This girl does not eat well. He/She looked at her.
out of the corner of the eye Manuela He/she got distracted by anything. . I wanted to think deeply.
about the things that distracted her a stain of ink the reflections of the
blackboard the momentary bird on the windowsill.
Above all , it was cold The cold penetrated into her , that felt her urge of
the skin then a sudden shiver escaped her. Right away
it was beginning to fill up with cold again. It was so cold , that when
I went out to urinate , and I really wished I hadn't urinated. Urine it was a
heat reserve within the body . In the yard he was losing the cold while playing
the rope.
The school it was a ground floor , humid and disheveled The banks
they were made roughly and sit on them it was a martyrdom .
Many they had the legs made with the sticks of the signs
from the road and they still kept the red and white striped paint .
The girls and the boys they were seated distributed by benches , in the first
the girls , behind them the children The teacher was young, young and sad . Self
complained about the liver .
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