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Mientras vivas sonrie, no importa lo que pase, ni que esteas cansado en tu lecho de muerte, pues cada momento valera la pena, princialmente el ultimo, donde veras muchas caras tristes otras con una sonrisa, pero triste porque te vas, pero todas reales y todas amandote, no importa que. Y entre esas caras reales, veras otras caras que son arte de tus recuerdos unas posiblemente estaran tristes porque saben q te vas or mas que no estean ahi, pero otras estaran sonriendo felices pues te esperan en donde sea que estean, sin importar donde estan. Sonreiras pues sabes que todas esas caras, reales o no, te aman y porque esperas ir a donde te esperan.Sonrie y todos te van a sonreir, en sus y tus peores momentos. Look at the year in the end of it makes it look really fast and short; look at the year in its beginning makes it look extremely slow and longThe academic year is finally almost over , it feel wonderful and still really stressing; my mind looks like a hurricane from my point of view, its horrible and quite frustrating, but I can stand it enough time to let it call me down. After all this time, when I try to remember the first day of school I feel it was yesterday, even when I dont remember it very well, but when I remember how I felt back then it is interesting because for me it was lasting an eternity. The first semester, especially the first month, I was literally lost! I was extremely bad in everything I did, except for Spanish and math class, which I werent that good, but surely better than the others. Right know I look back and think: what have I improve? What have I changed? Well my whole life I see life in one way, if I dont improve, if I dont get better at something, I didnt tried my best, and I feel that always trying your best will always give you the best. It is like a goal, because, in my view, everything you give will come back to you, maybe not in the same way or in the way you expect, but surely it will be back. Im sure this year I gave my best in everything I did because every time I went to my house after school I was exhaust, and this is one of symptoms that prove my great effort. Well getting back to the topic of how well Im doing in school, I personally think that Ive improved in all of my class, except in chemistry which I find interesting but I cant understand a thing about it, but the class I feel Im really better at, the one Im really proud of the improvement I did is English, I have the ESL class (or Sheltered Immersion) which I think is a great class to have because it helps me a lot! I remember how everything of my English was and when I compare it with what I can do know I
feel really happy, proud of myself and almost satisfied! Well when I think about other classes in which I wanted to be better I get a little frustrated but I say to myself You havent seen the last of me-Cher, and try to improve, what has become harder and harder to do, but here I am, standing after falling so many times, and Ill keep doing it till Life stop trying me. Because of all my achievements I thank all my teachers because they have being extremely helpful for me. I also thank all my friends because without them I wouldnt be able to survive this wonderful war we call Life. Thank everyone, I hope this year end great fully for everyone and I hope next one to be better for everyone, happy vacations. Enjoy it as much as you can, after all its my month...
I wrote this poem a couple of weeks ago, hope you like it :)ColdColdI wake up and look around. COLD white fill my eyes and COLD fill my heartI start to stand up COLDI curl up again trying to keep the warmth of bodyBut its goneNo more warmth only COLDI stand up againLetting COLD take over my bodyAAh! COLDI look around All I see is a COLD washed out blue, Almost whiteCOLDI walk forwardShiveringShakingAaah! So COLDI stumble in my weakness and stopTo catch up my COLD breathI keep walkingAnd crash against an invisible COLD wallI step back and taste blood in my mouthCOLD And pain are dreadful when theyre togetherI look around and try to touch my aggressorThere I see it.COLDThe wall, who pulled me backAnd made me bleedNow I see itCOLDSurrounding me I look for inaccuraciesBut its pure and COLDNo way to climb I cant get outIts so COLDI have to break it, but Im weakI punch stab crashNothing worksMy hands hurtCOLDI hear it dropIts so beautiful in the almost whiteCOLDBut its mine and it shouldnt be there in the floorMy red, my life, my passion, my bloodDropping on the floorThats what it means for me and now its thereDropping on the floorCOLDI stop it, because it will kill me.I freezeTry to shout, but Im too weak for itDont worry I thinkCOLD Tries to fill my mindWe will warm us up from the insideUntil you are strongUntil you can shoutYoull get warmer,And when we get warm enoughYoull be able to shoutAnd others will hear youThey will try to climb the wall but they wont be able toBut they are warmYou are warmand together we will melt this COLDWall with our warm, strong and protected bodiesAnd youll never need to feel cold again. BaudolinoTwo years have passed since I started reading this amazing book: Baudolino by Umberto Eco. Two long, amazing and exciting years Ive lived by his side, reading and almost living his thoughts, feelings and words, but now its over just like the last chapter title, Baudolino is not here anymore. He has left, or I left him. Its hard to say who left who, after all in the book he leaves, but Im the one who finished and closed the book. Finishing killed me. I almost cried. To dont do so I felt asleep because it was 12 pm or am. It doesnt matter since the hour on my clock was 0:00. No hours no more stories to read or tell. The next morning I woke up and saw the book by my side, closed to never be opened by me again. That feeling stroke me; I wanted to cry again, and the need to do so was much harder to contain within my heart. I decided I needed to write about it, about Baudolino. He deserves it even if he never existed, even if he was never true, but Eco wrote about him and I read it, and now he exists for me as he exists for millions of other readers. Im sitting here, now trying to write.
Actually I know what I will write, but I want to choose a letter font that deserves to write about Baudolino, It was quite hard, but I choose this one. Its not very easy to read because its small and tight, I cannot follow the English rules of italicizing the book title because the font is already italicized, but it was the closest I could get to Baudolino story: the best lie of history.Baudolino is a great liar, and so are his friends, but hes the greatest. He never lied just to lie, he never lied to hurt; he lied for good, but never lied about great events, always about the small happenings, never something you could notice or doubt. If he existed and knew how to write correctly, he would be a great writer, but his desires and ambitions went much farther away from the parchment. He needed to live more what he lived, keep his promises and do what he wanted to do over all the things he wanted: visit the kingdom of Priest John and give him the Holy Grail and do all he said he would do, but to know what those other things are you must read the book; I highly recommend it to everyone but children.I always wanted to be an archeologist and an actress, and now I know what I will do when I start my archeology career. Ill start adapting Baudolinos maps to modern maps and try to find Priest John reign. The adapting will start this vacation and the searching will be later, maybe in my college years. Supposedly it is around Iraq or Iran, Im not sure. It sounds hard, but I dont care, Ill do it anyway, or at least try. If people look for Atlantis, why cant they look for Priest John reign? There are many people in the world looking for for glory and greatness. Im here, with hundreds of other people, looking for lost relics, places and reins. This is one of the oldest professions, and since I like ancient and old objects, I choose this.Some quotes from the book:You see there are moments when perfection itself appears in a hand or in a face, in some nuance on the flanks of a hill or on the seas surface, moments when your heart is paralyzed before the miracle of beauty... I saw something ancient, because I knew I was not seeing something beautiful, but beauty itself, like the holy thought of God. I was discovering that perfection even glimpsing it once, and once only, was something light and lovely. Baudolino by Umberto EcoThere are no stories without meaning. And I am of those men who can find it even when others fail to see it. Afterwards the story becomes the book of the living, like a blaring trumpet that raises from the tomb those who have been dust for centuries...Baudolino by Umberto EcoYes, I know, its not the truth, but in a great history little truths can be altered so that the greater truth emerges. Baudolino by Umberto
EcoThere, Master Nikets,Baudolino said, when I was not pre to the temptations of this world, I devoted my nights to imagining other worlds. A bit with the help of wine, and a bit with that of the green honey. There is nothing better than imagining other worlds, he said, to forget the painful one we live in. At least so I thought then. I hadnt yet realized that, imagining other worlds, you end up changing this one. Baudolino by Umberto Eco.If you want to become a man of letter and perhaps write some Histories one day, you must also lie and invent tales, otherwise you History would become monotonous. But you must act with restraint. The world condemns liars who do nothing but lie, even about the most trivial things, and it rewards poets, who lie only about the greatest things. Baudolino by Umberto Eco
The Silmarillion (not my favorite), The Hobbit (which is a great book that I can reread for all my life), the trilogy The Lord of Rings (love it) and the Unfinished Tales (I have no comments because I havent read it) are the most famous book by Tolkien. The Silmarillion is the bible of the Middle Earth; it tells how everything was created in the Tolkiens world: the Middle Earth. I tells how everything raised, the elves, humans, dwarves, goblins and, of course, specify how the rings and all the legends begun.The Hobbit is a great book about the first hobbit that found the One Ring, but not the first one to be involved in adventures. Everything started when Tolkien was grading his students tests and one of them didnt wrote anything in one of the pages but hobbits live in holes, he was very curious about the hobbits, what are them? He started searching about hobbits, and thats how The Hobbit started. The hobbits are like a miniature of humans, they live a calm life and any hobbit that like adventures or any living been that bring adventures arent seen by good eyes, thats why the hobbit Bilbo Baggins is careful about thinking in adventures; one of his ancestors involved himself in great adventures, with that he stayed with a really bad fame in the Shire and because of that all the hobbits that lived there were always suspicious about his descendants. But in the end Bilbo appealed to his Tookish side, which was the side of his adventurer ancestor, and end up finding a ring that make invisible, which belonged to a nasty creature called Gollum that tried to kill him several times. Bilbo Baggins go through many spicy adventures that make you fly in Tolkiens imagination, you get trapped inside the book, but, as most of the books, the beginning is really boring.There are three The Lord of the Rings, the first one is The Lord of the Rings: The Ring Fellowship, then The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers and a t last The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The Ring Fellowship is when Bilbo miss the places of his adventures and wants to go back and live with the elves, after he do that his good friend the wizard Gandalf, which convinced him to live the ring with him, what he did, and with the ring he also left all his properties and goods to his nephew. And thats how the adventure begins, Gandalf relive the truth about the ring to Frodo, Bilbos nephew, they need to run a way, the finally get to Rivendell, one of the elves small kingdoms. There the Ring Fellowship rose with courageous man, dwarves, elves, wizards and hobbits. The obstacles start to get worse in their mission especially when Gandalf falls and when Frodo decide to separate himself from the Fellowship and Sam, his loyal friend, follow his decision. Then in The Two Towers (the triple T) its about the Fellowship separate, Boromir dies and the
hobbits Merrin and Pippin are kidnaped by the orcs, and Legolas, Aragorn and Glimly go to rescue them since they know that they will never find Frodo and Sam. In this book everything is really different they have different adventures, Frodo find Gollum that have big intentions to still the One Ring because it causes like an addiction to it, and if you stay too much time with it you dont want anyone to stay with it. While the other are rescued and discover that Gandalf resuscitated, and start defeating the orcs and the followers of Sauron. The Return of the King is when they start winning, Aragorn return to his homeland as the king, as he deserve. They go to the last battle in the gates of Mordor and defeat everyone when Frodo finally through the One Ring to the volcano and killed Sauron with that. After everyone finally where safe back in their homes Gandalf, Bilbo and Frodo went with the elves to the most ancient land to never come back again. Great! Magnificent! I just love it! Yes it is long, yes it has boring parts but still, nothing can be great if you dont have the bad part of it.The book The Unfinished Tells is a great book according to all who read it but unfortunately I havent read it; this book have all the stories that Tolkien wrote about the Middle Earth and he didnt published and his son did so.If you read these books enjoy it, if it is necessary be patient. These are great, and you cant die before reading them.
This is a paragraph I needed to write with some words of the vocabulary, I enjoyed writing this and Im proud of it because I think it was a good story which I would like to read. The thing of people of other world and the meeting, came from the inspiration the movie Thor gave me. I think it is really interesting the idea that other worlds with living beings exist. Hope you enjoy it.39AndromedaI started packing everything I needed for the conference, I already packed all my clothes and now I needed to find a way to pack all my papers without messing them up. On the last ONU meeting they asked me to do some specific research for the aliens explaining: what is exactly an omnivore, why most of humans are omnivorous, and how and why we differ between meat and vegetables since both come from living beings, how everything worked in the marsupial animals system, like if it caused some side effect when the marsupials kept the baby in a pouch after birth, and if it was possible for the aliens to mutate themselves in that way if they liked the marsupials, and what phloem is made of and if other living beings can use it as a tissue that conducts food to other parts of the body. I did this research till I reached the plateau of knowledge that humans have about it. I closed my bag and went out of the house. The rain had just stopped and the smell of ozone filled my nose. A taxi picked me up, I sat in the back seat and looked at the rearview mirror, with some polygonal figures hanging from it, to see if I could recognize the driver, but Im not sure Ive seeing him before. He was listening to some news about nocturnal animals and how they survive in daytime on the radio, but he was quite upset because someone kept talking with him like a parasite. The person who talked with him through a radio had many quandaries of the decisions he wanted to make, and he kept asking him about everything he should do as if it depended on the driver. When the driver finally decided he couldnt stand this person anymore, he shot the radio and apologized for the nuisance of his friend. I finally got to the airport and I had only 10 minutes to get to the gates on time so I started walking fast and maneuvering through the crowd. When I had the tickets and did everything to get into the spaceship I had 40 minutes left. I started watching the news on a T.V. and the news was about a murder, the reporter showed some images of the mutilated body and I thought that the killer must had been inspired by Jack the Ripper, for the outrageous way he killed that young women. Suddenly a familiar face appeared, it was one of the company agents. He was nice but sometimes he annoyed me because he kept talking in metaphors, and
he told me it was time to aboard the spaceship. I got in the spaceship and quickly fell asleep. I woke up and ate something before we reached the point of arrival: the future Andromeda Nebula, one of the greatest clouds of interstellar gas and dust in our universe. We walked in the bridge and I was able to see the meeting point, the buildings looked amazing. They were like palaces made of mosaic made of different colorful shining rocks, it was beautiful. I got to my assigned room and got ready for the conference, after that I was introduced to the new king of Althort. He didnt talk any of our languages, so a translator from his nation helped us to communicate better, but it wasnt a good translator because he just knew to talk using past participle which was confusing and annoying. Then the conference started, everyone presented what they had to show and the discussions about what was supposed to happen between the Worlds started. The real problem is that some kings or representatives of their nations thought they were the only protagonists of the story, but they werent, and they will never be again. I was getting tired of all this mess and decided it was time. I searched for my friends and the fair kings and representatives, and told them it was time and asked if they wanted to stay. Some said yes and others decided they preferred to come with me. We went to the spaceship and pulverized the bridge. When the bridge was destroyed the Andromeda Nebula was created, from the pieces of an old bridge and know there was no possibility to get in or out of the mosaic city. If they decide to live in peace they may find a way out, but they also may not find it because the way out may not exist.
Black SwanI had the craziest dream last night about a girl who has turned into a swan, but her prince falls for the wrong girl and she kills herself.The movie Black Swan directed by Darren Aronofsky and written by Andres Heinz, is a about the story of a girl called Nina, which dances ballet in a company for many years and she finally has the opportunity to be the protagonist of the play Swan Lake but there is something that limit her to be perfect for that part, and perfect is what she always tried to be. In this play she needs to dance the White Swan, what she does perfectly, but she also needs to dance the Black Swan, which is very difficult to her, not because she doesnt do the right dance moves but because she tries to do the moves perfectly and the Black Swan is not perfect. The teacher kept telling her lose yourself, so she could release the Black Swan that is trapped inside her but she cant do it easily and painless. The whole movie is about that, about her metamorphose from being a sweat and innocent White Swan to a free and audacious Black Swan. The metamorphose is really painful and scary for both spectators and character. Thats because she doesnt want to become the Black Swan but at the same time she tries to act like one; it is like when you open the door for someone but you dont let him out, and this person starts to push harder and harder to get out. Thats what she does. Nina starts to have hallucinations. And she believes that the person in does hallucinations is a girl who tries to be her friend but Nina didnt let her because she was the perfect one to be the Black Swan after her. With that she starts seeing the girl in the hallucinations and to become paranoid about her, thinking she wants to still her part of the play. When the girl actually is supporting her and is amused about how Nina dances amazingly. At the end before she dance the Black Swan part she has another hallucination in which she supposedly kill the other girl so she can dance the Black Swan, but Nina actually kill her White Swan, and release her Black Swan by doing that. She dances the Black Swan, everyone is amused, and then she goes back to the White Swan to dance the last part of the play: when the White Swan commits suicide because her true love doesnt love her. She finishes the play perfectly and the White Swan dies.Many people say she actually die, but I personally disagree. I am sure she survives because the whole movie is about Nina and her conscience. In the movie you can how she is control by the mother and how the mother doesnt let her grow and live through her. So when she finally dies in the end, she doesnt actually die; just the White Swan does, and with that she release herself
from her mother and grows as the Black Swan. The movie, in my opinion is great, but I wouldnt recommend it because it is extremely heavy, and I dont get very emotional with movies and this time I was just in shock. It is worth watching it, but if you will need to be prepared, its not an easy movie and many people didnt like it, especially because it is hard to understand exactly what is going on, if it is reality or her mind.
This is a story I wrote based on the Costa Concordia accident. Hope you like it :) Drowning in paradiseI was getting my bag ready; I looked out of the window and saw, finally, my beautiful Italy. Never truly mine because I was never there, but surely mine by heart. I love the country Ive never been in before, but finally Im making my dreams come true. Im going to Italy with most of the people I love, and Ill participate in a swimming competition. Thats what I always wanted, since Im a professional swimmer. Go to the most beautiful country in the world and participate in a swimming competition while Im there. Im in the cruise Costa Concordia with my parents, my small sister and brother (by the way, they are twins) and my boyfriend. This is just perfect, especially because Bruno, my boyfriend, is going to tell my parents he wants to marry me. That will be great; after all weve been together for 8 years. This is the last day of the cruise and we are arriving to Italy. I can barely see the coast. I finish packing and go see my family in the restaurant. I get out of the bathroom and with surprise see everyone there. We brought our lunch here. There was no place for us in the restaurant- says my mom with a smile. It was too crowded- says my father a little repulsed because he never liked crowds. All right then- I said enthusiastically Now my favorite twins, go clean your hands, Im sure you just came from the pool- both of them giggle and kiss me in the cheeks before going to the bathroom Hey, hows your day?- I ask sweetly to Bruno, he pulls me in to his arms and kisses me. Now its much better- he says after we let go. Of course- I say. Oh, I forgot this, for our eighth year anniversary- he says before giving me a flower made of shells, taking it with a shy smile I feel my face burning; Ill never get used to it, it doesnt matter how many times he does anything that I really like, I always blush, always get shy and feel this weird tickles in my stomach. Luiza is as read as a tomato- both my siblings sing in chorus She will always be a tomato bla, bla, bla, bla, bla- says my little sister Clair. I laugh, this is the best family I will ever have. I thank God I gave him a shellfish with a pearl inside that I bought from a fisher for a fairly low price, this way I dont feel so guilty that I didnt gave him something as beautiful as he gave me. Bruno and I barely eat while the others consume everything they can rapidly. They leave us alone so we can have our romantic lunch. We seat in the bed glued to each other. We eat, talk, laugh and kiss a lot; then after we get tired of talking, laughing and kissing