I believe in Love
I believe in God,
Yet, I don’t believe you,
You accused people, innocent the vast majority once
How do you dare to point me with your finger??
I believe in angels,
In the Virgin Mary
Holy man, saintsthe kind that heaven sends, but believe me your power is banishing away this century,
If you don’t believe me go to your churches and temples visit them one by one an d none of them have the half u used to have years ago
Church, embrace your brothers
Don’t let your people go
If you don’t hurry it will
Be really late!
viernes, 26 de diciembre de 2008
My love
I lie on the grass,and stare into the black sky,
the stars dance in the dark dance hall and then all of a sudden;
your face is shaped by them.
I can see you, you are looking down at me, and with a perfect white smile you whisper my name.
We're walking among the clouds
With our feet getting wet,
Because of the small drops of rain that still linger on the cloudsthe horizon turns pink then orange then red,
With our feet getting wet,
Because of the small drops of rain that still linger on the cloudsthe horizon turns pink then orange then red,
as the sun starts to set.you hold my hand and I stare at you for thousand of years
LU…
It's amazing how I feel when I'm around you,
No explanation can be done
No words can be uttered
And no explanation can be found
My heart leaps my mouth out
My legs shake my stomach has butterflies
When I have you near
Everything seems surreal
I feel as though you must be destined to be with me
Inexplicable connections we have, I know I have the feeling when you are ok or you are not. Don’t ask me why because there is no way to explain you all.
There is something really positive of all this
And it is to have the free devotion of another soul.
As though I were about to enter heavenyou are my light, my love.
No explanation can be done
No words can be uttered
And no explanation can be found
My heart leaps my mouth out
My legs shake my stomach has butterflies
When I have you near
Everything seems surreal
I feel as though you must be destined to be with me
Inexplicable connections we have, I know I have the feeling when you are ok or you are not. Don’t ask me why because there is no way to explain you all.
There is something really positive of all this
And it is to have the free devotion of another soul.
As though I were about to enter heavenyou are my light, my love.
Popes and their thirst of power
Ego sum Caesar, ego sum imperator. This phrase was not uttered by an emperor but by a pope.
This fact does not surprise us, if we have in mind the pope who said t a pope as special as Boniface the VIII was. This Pope was accused of idolatry after his death. it would be a mistake to consider these words as expression of a selfish man. No. By, no means. This expression perfectly fixes with the church believes about their power on the earth. Let’s get deep in this business and let’s remind that Innocence the II was defined as The Caesar and sovereign over this entire worldly world.
F we go back in time even more into the past, Gregory VIII proposed and carried on a reform called Dictatus Papae. In this text, the basis o f the church was settled by saying that the church was a divine institution, and that temporal power of kingdoms would be subjected to the power of God on the earth, that’s under the pope’ s rules.
This fact does not surprise us, if we have in mind the pope who said t a pope as special as Boniface the VIII was. This Pope was accused of idolatry after his death. it would be a mistake to consider these words as expression of a selfish man. No. By, no means. This expression perfectly fixes with the church believes about their power on the earth. Let’s get deep in this business and let’s remind that Innocence the II was defined as The Caesar and sovereign over this entire worldly world.
F we go back in time even more into the past, Gregory VIII proposed and carried on a reform called Dictatus Papae. In this text, the basis o f the church was settled by saying that the church was a divine institution, and that temporal power of kingdoms would be subjected to the power of God on the earth, that’s under the pope’ s rules.
Help
Dear Lucy: I’ve met this wonderful man. He’s all, handsome, intelligent, charming- nearly everything a woman could ever want. There is only one problem: every time she tries to kiss me I feel like being sick. At first I thought it was a passing thing- that he just needed to brush his teeth more. Now I realize that this must be some kind of permanent condition. What do I do now? I can’t go on holding my breath (as I’m doing now) every time he leans over to kiss me. It’s s getting to the point where I don’t even look in her direction when she talks to me! This is not your average morning-breath kind of smell- this is more like something has died inside him!!
jueves, 25 de diciembre de 2008
when I was Married
When I was married...
When I was married I thought I was miserable because of my wife. So, we got divorced, and then, I thought things would change.
But I was still depressed somehow. Friends used to invite me out, and thought I had nothing else going on, I’d tell them that I was busy or that I had other plans, but I ‘d just stay at home and watch TV or vegetate.
So, then, I blamed ot on my Job. I used to fantasise about just leaving the place. I started taking days off sick. My performance went downhill. But, I couldn’t quit. I was scared. I would wake up in the middle of the night, just lying there-thinking. Then a job opportunity came up at a different company, and for a few months i actually thought i was getting better But i didn't so i thought I need a girlfriend and soon! so I started chatting with girls n the net and then, I met Judy. By chance, believe me, she asked me about a web page I have she just sent me a mail and from there we couldn't stop chating can yopu believe this!!? well? do it!
When I was married I thought I was miserable because of my wife. So, we got divorced, and then, I thought things would change.
But I was still depressed somehow. Friends used to invite me out, and thought I had nothing else going on, I’d tell them that I was busy or that I had other plans, but I ‘d just stay at home and watch TV or vegetate.
So, then, I blamed ot on my Job. I used to fantasise about just leaving the place. I started taking days off sick. My performance went downhill. But, I couldn’t quit. I was scared. I would wake up in the middle of the night, just lying there-thinking. Then a job opportunity came up at a different company, and for a few months i actually thought i was getting better But i didn't so i thought I need a girlfriend and soon! so I started chatting with girls n the net and then, I met Judy. By chance, believe me, she asked me about a web page I have she just sent me a mail and from there we couldn't stop chating can yopu believe this!!? well? do it!
Near my paradise: Cafayate
The sound of nature the sensation I have never felt
Is felt when I am alone in the middle
Of a sandy river in the frontier of Salta and Tucumán
The sound of the birds
The dance of the little waves formed by the scarce water,
Kilometers from there, the red wine awaits me on the table, sweet white red. Cabernet, every type of this love awaits me
And it’s free!
The mount moves as if it were a huge human heart.
Coyas offer you empanadas and creole food everywhere and tasty, salty, spicy.
The sound of violins and chacareras bumps me up meeting a young man. Never mind what our destiny might be that night but I never think about that at once just if the love allows me to be tender enough how much love I can offer, of course.
Let’s got to the main square that there is a marriage at the town’s church. It’s Quiroga And Alucena’s a woman shouts out loud everyone is invited!
Thee I should go!
Alucena is a woman with an olive skin beauty, nice smiling and a mouth!! Beautiful! Perfect! A sculpture, the green valleys worship the beauty of this woman. And Quiroga, tall fatal man, strong, dark skin, creole, dresses in gaucho. The party was in the meadows, wine and food were in excess but reasonably for me.
Oh my paradise I carry inside me wherever I go. And thousand of places I have been but you are the only one for me to return!
Is felt when I am alone in the middle
Of a sandy river in the frontier of Salta and Tucumán
The sound of the birds
The dance of the little waves formed by the scarce water,
Kilometers from there, the red wine awaits me on the table, sweet white red. Cabernet, every type of this love awaits me
And it’s free!
The mount moves as if it were a huge human heart.
Coyas offer you empanadas and creole food everywhere and tasty, salty, spicy.
The sound of violins and chacareras bumps me up meeting a young man. Never mind what our destiny might be that night but I never think about that at once just if the love allows me to be tender enough how much love I can offer, of course.
Let’s got to the main square that there is a marriage at the town’s church. It’s Quiroga And Alucena’s a woman shouts out loud everyone is invited!
Thee I should go!
Alucena is a woman with an olive skin beauty, nice smiling and a mouth!! Beautiful! Perfect! A sculpture, the green valleys worship the beauty of this woman. And Quiroga, tall fatal man, strong, dark skin, creole, dresses in gaucho. The party was in the meadows, wine and food were in excess but reasonably for me.
Oh my paradise I carry inside me wherever I go. And thousand of places I have been but you are the only one for me to return!
My country side
My country side:
Down the hill she walks
Towards the town to see her love
Her long black hair shines with the reflex of the moon
The lady dressed in long dress and alpargatas
Goes right to the posada to look for Jose
There the guapo awaits her to drink and a good guitar.
She sits next to him and he plays s song accompanied by that beauty shape of his companion: the guitar.
The sound of his guitar resound all over the valley near the sugar cane plantations.
The moon light lightens the paths of the neighbors.
When the wind whistles among the leaves, the trees and the song of the copleros follow the sound gently.
The girl uses a soft make up to make the gaucho feel better when playing his guitar.
Her purpose is to make him fall in love even more.
Down the hill she walks
Towards the town to see her love
Her long black hair shines with the reflex of the moon
The lady dressed in long dress and alpargatas
Goes right to the posada to look for Jose
There the guapo awaits her to drink and a good guitar.
She sits next to him and he plays s song accompanied by that beauty shape of his companion: the guitar.
The sound of his guitar resound all over the valley near the sugar cane plantations.
The moon light lightens the paths of the neighbors.
When the wind whistles among the leaves, the trees and the song of the copleros follow the sound gently.
The girl uses a soft make up to make the gaucho feel better when playing his guitar.
Her purpose is to make him fall in love even more.
lunes, 1 de diciembre de 2008
Myths and legends: the Holy Grail
One of my early fascinations when going to a library is to take an old History book specially those dealing with medieval times and religion. One of the most enigmatic myths is that of the Holy Grail. There many myths associated to this “cup”.
One of them is the one involving the biblical figure of Joseph of Arimathea. Joseph was Jesus’ Uncle and he was the man who took Jesus’ body after the Crucifixion. Joseph had visited Britain years before with Jesus due to his interest in the tin trade.
When Jesus died, Joseph travelled to Britain again. He took the Holy Grail with him. The Holy Grail is supposed to be the cup used by Jesus at the last supper.
Joseph was said to have established the 1st church in England at Glastonbury. It is said that he buried the grail at the foot of Glastonbury Tor, from where a spring of blood gushed forth from the ground. In fact, there is a well known as Chalice well and the water that issues from is reddish. Yet, scientists proved that the color of this water is such since of the high amount of oxide the water has.
Another myth involves the widely known relationship between the Holy Grail and the Templers
The Poor Fellow Soldier of Christ and of the Temple of Salomon was among the most famous Christian Military orders.
Enigmatic, long haired, descendents from the Merovingian, Kings of France who lived around in the area o f the gloomy lands of Rennes le Chateau, use to wear white tunics with a red cross on their shoulders and shields.
At the beginning, they protected pilgrims on the dangerous roads between Jerusalem and Palestine.
Within years, the order grew rapidly in membership and power. Now, once the power over Holy landed was lost by the Christians, the support for the order faded.
Rumors about the Templers’ secret organization and relics created mistrust and were accused of heresy. The king Phillip of France, deeply in debt to the order took advantage of the situation. Most of them were burned at the stake.
One of the objects, they were supposed to own was the Holy Grail.
When the order disintegrated, many of its members flee to Spain, Portugal, America and Argentina. Post-columbine myths suggest the City of the Caesars, in the Patagonia was directly linked to the Templers and the Holy Grail. There is a cavern underwater where stones typical of holy land. These rocks are all carved and red crosses are carved on it. It is said that there is sort of mystical protection at the entrance of the caverns in the sea and nobody can get into it. There have been 30 expeditions since 1997.
One of them is the one involving the biblical figure of Joseph of Arimathea. Joseph was Jesus’ Uncle and he was the man who took Jesus’ body after the Crucifixion. Joseph had visited Britain years before with Jesus due to his interest in the tin trade.
When Jesus died, Joseph travelled to Britain again. He took the Holy Grail with him. The Holy Grail is supposed to be the cup used by Jesus at the last supper.
Joseph was said to have established the 1st church in England at Glastonbury. It is said that he buried the grail at the foot of Glastonbury Tor, from where a spring of blood gushed forth from the ground. In fact, there is a well known as Chalice well and the water that issues from is reddish. Yet, scientists proved that the color of this water is such since of the high amount of oxide the water has.
Another myth involves the widely known relationship between the Holy Grail and the Templers
The Poor Fellow Soldier of Christ and of the Temple of Salomon was among the most famous Christian Military orders.
Enigmatic, long haired, descendents from the Merovingian, Kings of France who lived around in the area o f the gloomy lands of Rennes le Chateau, use to wear white tunics with a red cross on their shoulders and shields.
At the beginning, they protected pilgrims on the dangerous roads between Jerusalem and Palestine.
Within years, the order grew rapidly in membership and power. Now, once the power over Holy landed was lost by the Christians, the support for the order faded.
Rumors about the Templers’ secret organization and relics created mistrust and were accused of heresy. The king Phillip of France, deeply in debt to the order took advantage of the situation. Most of them were burned at the stake.
One of the objects, they were supposed to own was the Holy Grail.
When the order disintegrated, many of its members flee to Spain, Portugal, America and Argentina. Post-columbine myths suggest the City of the Caesars, in the Patagonia was directly linked to the Templers and the Holy Grail. There is a cavern underwater where stones typical of holy land. These rocks are all carved and red crosses are carved on it. It is said that there is sort of mystical protection at the entrance of the caverns in the sea and nobody can get into it. There have been 30 expeditions since 1997.
Conformity almost always leads to a deadening of individual creativity and energy
This statement about the impact of conformity on individual energy and creativity actually involves two distinct issues. In my view, the extent to which conformity stifles a person’s energy depends primarily on the temperament of each individual, as well as the goals toward which the person‘s energy is directed.
Some people are conformists by nature. By this I mean that they function best where their role is clearly defined and where team work is key in meeting group objectives. For conformists individual energy comes from sharing a common purpose or mission. Besides, nonconforming behavior in these people only serves to disestablish their routines.
Some people are conformists by nature. By this I mean that they function best where their role is clearly defined and where team work is key in meeting group objectives. For conformists individual energy comes from sharing a common purpose or mission. Besides, nonconforming behavior in these people only serves to disestablish their routines.
Bring me peace
How many times should I say
I love you?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why do you always want to have the last word?
Why do you hurt people if you don’t want to?
I am like a three year old kid asking why’s
But you are vital to me
I cannot leave you
I want and I know I have to
But I can’t, I don’t want.
I think It was destiny that joined us
That destiny gave us a chance
It’s our decisions that can decide whether this works or not.
I sometimes I think you play with me
But what’s the purpose?
That makes you happy?
I hope not.
But my doubts walk around my head every second and believe
I am getting mad.
I want to the truth
I want to see it.
Many doubts would drift away.
Please, that your words bring me peace.
Otherwise my disappointment will grow up and I don’t want to be a witch but I think I can foretell the end.
I love you?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why do you always want to have the last word?
Why do you hurt people if you don’t want to?
I am like a three year old kid asking why’s
But you are vital to me
I cannot leave you
I want and I know I have to
But I can’t, I don’t want.
I think It was destiny that joined us
That destiny gave us a chance
It’s our decisions that can decide whether this works or not.
I sometimes I think you play with me
But what’s the purpose?
That makes you happy?
I hope not.
But my doubts walk around my head every second and believe
I am getting mad.
I want to the truth
I want to see it.
Many doubts would drift away.
Please, that your words bring me peace.
Otherwise my disappointment will grow up and I don’t want to be a witch but I think I can foretell the end.
jueves, 21 de agosto de 2008
Inocence
Was I a layer?
No, I wasn’t
How could I bear up?
Your hypocrisy when I look at you?
Once I believed in you
I trusted in you
You have broken my dreams
Which were once of both of us
We shared almost the same things
We enjoyed the same things
But these likes were violated
by your disloyalty and tour satiric game
Now, you don’t know how much I hate you
Your fake love is a rapper
that took my purity and confidence for one and forever ever.
My words are raw but real as a tempo
No, I wasn’t
How could I bear up?
Your hypocrisy when I look at you?
Once I believed in you
I trusted in you
You have broken my dreams
Which were once of both of us
We shared almost the same things
We enjoyed the same things
But these likes were violated
by your disloyalty and tour satiric game
Now, you don’t know how much I hate you
Your fake love is a rapper
that took my purity and confidence for one and forever ever.
My words are raw but real as a tempo
Sometimes
Sometimes alone
Sometimes isolated
His life is completely wasted
No matter how many books he has read
No matter how many churches he has ever been
No matter how many of them have been stolen
The inquisitor is there
Watching him being tortured there in that oven.
The room is dark
There is no light in it
His captors took him to nowhere
To a place most of us fear
I don’t know how I saw that picture
of that man hanging from his shoulders.
He shouted , screamed and then silence,
the last thing he said: I can’t see..
Well his eyes were poke out
Then he said: I see you...wait, wait for me! There, light blinds me...
Then, all there in the cave was silence
But the laugh of the inquisitor who said:
Go on, run and find him
May be it’s your angel at the doors of heaven
(The laugh went on)
Sometimes isolated
His life is completely wasted
No matter how many books he has read
No matter how many churches he has ever been
No matter how many of them have been stolen
The inquisitor is there
Watching him being tortured there in that oven.
The room is dark
There is no light in it
His captors took him to nowhere
To a place most of us fear
I don’t know how I saw that picture
of that man hanging from his shoulders.
He shouted , screamed and then silence,
the last thing he said: I can’t see..
Well his eyes were poke out
Then he said: I see you...wait, wait for me! There, light blinds me...
Then, all there in the cave was silence
But the laugh of the inquisitor who said:
Go on, run and find him
May be it’s your angel at the doors of heaven
(The laugh went on)
Cheating
She met him when she was desperate
Her boyfriend have left her
She was empty
Without someone
Who can make her feel better
She needed someone
She found a man
He has in his thirties
Ten year elder than her
Yet, they had that chemistry
They found wine on flowers
Sun on clouds
Stars on the sky
And blood on their bodies
Passion was there but for a little time
Her boyfriend have left her
She was empty
Without someone
Who can make her feel better
She needed someone
She found a man
He has in his thirties
Ten year elder than her
Yet, they had that chemistry
They found wine on flowers
Sun on clouds
Stars on the sky
And blood on their bodies
Passion was there but for a little time
“Baby, I love you”,
“Baby, I love you”,
“You have no idea how much I need you”
All these words...
I got tired of listening to them
And your tongue should have suffered when uttering them
Now, I realized that
All of this was
a simple narration of ideas , once read on a book
They look like a chronological account of historical events
Those of Pigna’s volumes
One day, you told me you wanted to be a priest
You left me without saying any other word.
My mouth was still wide open
When you took your bag and left home
I thought the guilty one here was not you
But God
I have never imagined he could take me away another person I love
Eight years have passed
And I found you
Wondering the streets
“What a surprise, how are you?”
“I‘m fine, darling”. "I’m studying Latin at San Francisco church”
I never dared to ask him what his fortune was
in reference to his religious vows
We went on our respective paths as if nothing happened that night of cold
“You have no idea how much I need you”
All these words...
I got tired of listening to them
And your tongue should have suffered when uttering them
Now, I realized that
All of this was
a simple narration of ideas , once read on a book
They look like a chronological account of historical events
Those of Pigna’s volumes
One day, you told me you wanted to be a priest
You left me without saying any other word.
My mouth was still wide open
When you took your bag and left home
I thought the guilty one here was not you
But God
I have never imagined he could take me away another person I love
Eight years have passed
And I found you
Wondering the streets
“What a surprise, how are you?”
“I‘m fine, darling”. "I’m studying Latin at San Francisco church”
I never dared to ask him what his fortune was
in reference to his religious vows
We went on our respective paths as if nothing happened that night of cold
How much I love you?
How much I need you
I don’t know
Can love be measured?
Who knows...
I want you to tell me
what is going on between us
If there is fire or just a cold
I have many doubts
Many...Believe it or not
You confuse me
with your complicated words
I tried to avoid your presence
So as to be strong
But when I see you
I am more like a dying flower
in the middle of a deserted road.
How long should I bear up your childish games?
You know I am a doll
You treat me like your pet
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I’ll really appreciate
may be in that form
I forget at once and forever and anymore.
I don’t know
Can love be measured?
Who knows...
I want you to tell me
what is going on between us
If there is fire or just a cold
I have many doubts
Many...Believe it or not
You confuse me
with your complicated words
I tried to avoid your presence
So as to be strong
But when I see you
I am more like a dying flower
in the middle of a deserted road.
How long should I bear up your childish games?
You know I am a doll
You treat me like your pet
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I’ll really appreciate
may be in that form
I forget at once and forever and anymore.
Loneliness once again...
Surprised of being alone one day
I found out that i hate to be alone
I have always had someone with me
but these people were mere pedestrians in my heart
they just walk, entered ,
not even stayed for a while and then, they left.
Sometmes, I cried
sometimes I felt that relief
soemtimes I missed
but I have never been in love
this time I will wait for him to come
he swore me that last month.
Lu, I am waiting for you to come.
don't let me alone
not anymore.
I found out that i hate to be alone
I have always had someone with me
but these people were mere pedestrians in my heart
they just walk, entered ,
not even stayed for a while and then, they left.
Sometmes, I cried
sometimes I felt that relief
soemtimes I missed
but I have never been in love
this time I will wait for him to come
he swore me that last month.
Lu, I am waiting for you to come.
don't let me alone
not anymore.
my future
I met him in an unexpected situation
thousand of milesare between us
yet, you decided to leave all your things behind.
just to meet me.
you swear me love
you say you love me.
I say the same thing
but, is it true? is this love just real?
or is it just an obsession?
the only thing we know
is that we need each other
why, how and where do not matter at all
the only thing, we must care
is our hearts.
thousand of milesare between us
yet, you decided to leave all your things behind.
just to meet me.
you swear me love
you say you love me.
I say the same thing
but, is it true? is this love just real?
or is it just an obsession?
the only thing we know
is that we need each other
why, how and where do not matter at all
the only thing, we must care
is our hearts.
Men
If you are women
And you are reading this
You can hardly deny
Why men are so essential
Men are the motors of our lives
And the most necessary subjects women can find
They are the ones that
Makes our world work
Some say, you think using your ovaries
But iam a woman and really proud to be
Glad that the race of men exists
It’s not a question of feminism vs. male chauvinism
No, it is a question of coexistence
You women what will you be without a little support, friendship or love of a man?
You can work or be successful,
Pretty and smart too but what will you do if no man is around you?
Will you have a baby?
Will you have a father to??
Of course you won’t
You see
They are the ones that our lives move on
Accept it whether you like it or not.
And you are reading this
You can hardly deny
Why men are so essential
Men are the motors of our lives
And the most necessary subjects women can find
They are the ones that
Makes our world work
Some say, you think using your ovaries
But iam a woman and really proud to be
Glad that the race of men exists
It’s not a question of feminism vs. male chauvinism
No, it is a question of coexistence
You women what will you be without a little support, friendship or love of a man?
You can work or be successful,
Pretty and smart too but what will you do if no man is around you?
Will you have a baby?
Will you have a father to??
Of course you won’t
You see
They are the ones that our lives move on
Accept it whether you like it or not.
The spider
The spider is hanging from the wall
In my room
Next to me
It’s on the roof
I see it
And I know she can see me
Her many eyes ca affirm this
She stares at me all day when I sleep
I know, I feel it.
She is the witness of my nightmares
And the few broken dreams.
She looks me when I read
My books of history.
May be she likes history as well
Why not
That is why she is always there accompanying me.
Each day that drifts away
I see her bigger and bigger
Black dark and gloomy
Now I see it half its size
Now just a dot
Now I can’t see it anymore
Shhhhhh!!! Stop it! Don’t make any noise
We fall asleep!
In my room
Next to me
It’s on the roof
I see it
And I know she can see me
Her many eyes ca affirm this
She stares at me all day when I sleep
I know, I feel it.
She is the witness of my nightmares
And the few broken dreams.
She looks me when I read
My books of history.
May be she likes history as well
Why not
That is why she is always there accompanying me.
Each day that drifts away
I see her bigger and bigger
Black dark and gloomy
Now I see it half its size
Now just a dot
Now I can’t see it anymore
Shhhhhh!!! Stop it! Don’t make any noise
We fall asleep!
The bridge
Clarissa was alone
Alone in this world
No one took her seriously
Not even her family
Not in the way it should.
Clarissa, girl of pale countenance,
You who looked fixedly to the moon
Thousand and thousand times.
You who always challenged the world that surrounded you
One day so decisive you were
You walked a lot
You were marching to the grave
Crying, sighing her bitterness
She decided life was not longer safe
She stopped
At the bridge
Looking the water flow as a tempest
Down down in there
Up the bridge
She was waiting death
She jumped
And walked through the air
The fresh spring wind
Rushed through her breast
Blood ran down the river in that evening
In despair.
Alone in this world
No one took her seriously
Not even her family
Not in the way it should.
Clarissa, girl of pale countenance,
You who looked fixedly to the moon
Thousand and thousand times.
You who always challenged the world that surrounded you
One day so decisive you were
You walked a lot
You were marching to the grave
Crying, sighing her bitterness
She decided life was not longer safe
She stopped
At the bridge
Looking the water flow as a tempest
Down down in there
Up the bridge
She was waiting death
She jumped
And walked through the air
The fresh spring wind
Rushed through her breast
Blood ran down the river in that evening
In despair.
My little bird
My little bird
Puts his bill on my check
When I take it and carry it on my shoulders
It does not peck me
But it just touches my ckeeck softly.
I sometimes open its cage
I want it to be free
But she doesn’t want
My bird my little bird
Why o we do the same?
Why do we refuse to enjoy life?
Because the person who is taking care of us
We need her
And a lot
I see her long wings
But she doesn’t use them
They are just there
Useless
We just stay here
Pretending to be happy.
Puts his bill on my check
When I take it and carry it on my shoulders
It does not peck me
But it just touches my ckeeck softly.
I sometimes open its cage
I want it to be free
But she doesn’t want
My bird my little bird
Why o we do the same?
Why do we refuse to enjoy life?
Because the person who is taking care of us
We need her
And a lot
I see her long wings
But she doesn’t use them
They are just there
Useless
We just stay here
Pretending to be happy.
Da Vinci
Few words form out the Word knowledge, as far as human knowledge is known… many terms in reference to intelligence sounds somewhat familiar. But what else can we expect from a genius whose virtues and foils mix in such a way that make defects seem little things?? Leonardo Da Vinci was a handsome, noble and refined man. He liked chatting to people, he was excellent at fencing. Yet, this is Leonardo “the visible one”. The other, the cryptic, the unknown, the melancholic was reflected on his pictures. Now, I wonder how he looked like when lonely. Maybe the scene was frightful and tragic, taking into account the many times he enjoyed the feeling to be on the border, the mad sensation of committing suicide. It is said that he hid many things. Things that were better not to be uttered. These disgusting experiences submerged him into a sea of anguish and solitude.
Being a genius was not his first aim. He wanted his feelings were simply portrayed into eternity.
Being a genius was not his first aim. He wanted his feelings were simply portrayed into eternity.
jueves, 24 de julio de 2008
My guilt
Without screaming or weeping these people undressed were walking to their last port. A father was holding the hand of a boy about 10 years old and speaking to him softly; the boy was fighting his tears. Nearby there was a tremendous grave. People were wedge closely and laying on top of each other so that only their heads were visible. Nearly all had blood running over their shoulders from their heads…I estimated that it contained a thousand people. I looked for the man who did the shooting. He was an SS man, who sat at the edge of the narrow end of the pit; his feet dangling into the pit. He had a Tommy gun on his knees and was smoking a cigarettes
How I enlisted in the army:
I was only fifteen and every time I’ve tried to join up in it was no good, they wouldn’t have me. So I went by rail to another town, on a penny platform ticket. I went into a recruiting office there and I told them I was seventeen. The sergeant said, “why don’t you go out and have something to eat? When you come back you might be older”. I told him I had no money and he gave me two bob. When I came back he spoke to me as if he had never seen me before. I said I was eighteen and, this time, I got in all right.
miércoles, 23 de julio de 2008
Now, I have a ….
Now I have a question or you to think… but think!
Why did the Black Hand kill Archduke Ferdinand? And the last question that comes to my mind… can you explain how the assassination led to the European war?
Black Hand is officially known as Unification or Death, was a secret society founded in Serbia in May 1911, as part of the Pan-Slavism nationalist movement, with the intention of uniting all of the territories containing South Slav populations (Serbs, Croats, Macedonians, Slovenes, etc) annexed by Austria-Hungary. This society's possible connections to the June 28, 1914 assassination in Sarajevo of Franz Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria is considered to have been the main catalyst to the start of World War I. The political objective of the assassination was to break Austria-Hungary's south-Slav provinces off so they could be combined into a Greater Serbia or a Yugoslavia. The assassins' motives were consistent with the movement that later became known as Young Bosnia. Serbian military officers are believed to have played a part in organizing the attack. The bombing and murders of June 28 led to the outbreak of World War I a month later. And the map clearly shows how the countries were in a way “obliged” to act as they did because of their strategically geographical positions.
Now I have a question or you to think… but think!
Why did the Black Hand kill Archduke Ferdinand? And the last question that comes to my mind… can you explain how the assassination led to the European war?
Black Hand is officially known as Unification or Death, was a secret society founded in Serbia in May 1911, as part of the Pan-Slavism nationalist movement, with the intention of uniting all of the territories containing South Slav populations (Serbs, Croats, Macedonians, Slovenes, etc) annexed by Austria-Hungary. This society's possible connections to the June 28, 1914 assassination in Sarajevo of Franz Ferdinand, Archduke of Austria is considered to have been the main catalyst to the start of World War I. The political objective of the assassination was to break Austria-Hungary's south-Slav provinces off so they could be combined into a Greater Serbia or a Yugoslavia. The assassins' motives were consistent with the movement that later became known as Young Bosnia. Serbian military officers are believed to have played a part in organizing the attack. The bombing and murders of June 28 led to the outbreak of World War I a month later. And the map clearly shows how the countries were in a way “obliged” to act as they did because of their strategically geographical positions.
The out break of the First World War.
The war began when the heir to the Russian Austrian-Hungarian Empire was shot dead by Bosnian Serb, in Sarajevo, in 1914. Why did a quarrel between the Austrians and the Serbs cause a world war?
Bosnia has a mixed population, which includes many Serbs. In 1908, the Austrians marched into Bosnia. The Bosnian Serbs wanted them to leave. In June 1914, the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife were visiting the Bosnian capital of Sarajevo. A group of Bosnian terrorists, The Black Hand, gunned them down. The assassin was a schoolboy called Gavrilo Princip; his gun came from Serbia.
The Austrian government decided the time had come to crush Serbia once and for all. The Austrians demanded that Serbia should apologize for the archduke’s murder and allow the Austrian police into Serbia to hunt down the culprits, Serbia had forty-eight hours to agree r there would be war. The Serbs offered to help find the assassins but Austria was not satisfied. On the 28 July 1914, Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia. Both sides turned to their allies for help.
Bosnia has a mixed population, which includes many Serbs. In 1908, the Austrians marched into Bosnia. The Bosnian Serbs wanted them to leave. In June 1914, the heir to the Austrian throne, Archduke Franz Ferdinand and his wife were visiting the Bosnian capital of Sarajevo. A group of Bosnian terrorists, The Black Hand, gunned them down. The assassin was a schoolboy called Gavrilo Princip; his gun came from Serbia.
The Austrian government decided the time had come to crush Serbia once and for all. The Austrians demanded that Serbia should apologize for the archduke’s murder and allow the Austrian police into Serbia to hunt down the culprits, Serbia had forty-eight hours to agree r there would be war. The Serbs offered to help find the assassins but Austria was not satisfied. On the 28 July 1914, Austria-Hungary declared war on Serbia. Both sides turned to their allies for help.
The world in 1900
The world in 1900
Many historians ask how the World was in 1900. The answer is quite simple. The world was coming to an end… better to say to the beginning of the end of monstrous political scenery. But was it only political? No. Let’s remember what it was going on during this period. Mainly, there have been both political and ideological metamorphoses among the new men in power during these days. These new ideologies had inevitable consequences; let’s consider some of the political or ideological causes and the social consequences of the period.
On the one hand, it has to be beard in mind that by that time the world was dominated by rulers of Europe. And many of them were related to each other. Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany and the Tsar Nicholas II of Russia were cousins. And King Edward VII of Great Britain was their uncle.
On the other hand the expansionist idea of the empires have being in a continuous growth. Vast areas of Africa and Asia had been colonized by Europeans. Europeans obtained raw materials for industries from these colonies in exchange of the constructions of schools and railways for the people they ruled. These empires made Europe rich, but also caused the European countries to be suspicious of each other. This let their defenses down in such a sense that there appear many spies working for each ruler so as to know what the other were about to do or not.
All this thirst for more and more power was reinforced by the social class differences. Europe in 1900 was divided by class. The upper class owned the land; the middle class controlled industry or shops and offices; the working class worked in factories or in the fields. They also worked as servants for richer people. Many working-class people lived in dreadful poverty. It is in that time when most children died because they couldn’t resist the dreadful and inhumane working conditions.
“A change, a chance” was the logo of many revolutionaries in the principal cities of Europe. There were many revolutionary groups in Europe who wanted to bring down governments by force. Russian revolutionaries had blown up the tsar Alexander II in 18881, and in 1911 they shot the Russian prime minister. In 1914, a Bosnian revolutionary was to assassinate the son of the Austrian emperor in Sarajevo. This act sparked off the First World War.
Many historians ask how the World was in 1900. The answer is quite simple. The world was coming to an end… better to say to the beginning of the end of monstrous political scenery. But was it only political? No. Let’s remember what it was going on during this period. Mainly, there have been both political and ideological metamorphoses among the new men in power during these days. These new ideologies had inevitable consequences; let’s consider some of the political or ideological causes and the social consequences of the period.
On the one hand, it has to be beard in mind that by that time the world was dominated by rulers of Europe. And many of them were related to each other. Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany and the Tsar Nicholas II of Russia were cousins. And King Edward VII of Great Britain was their uncle.
On the other hand the expansionist idea of the empires have being in a continuous growth. Vast areas of Africa and Asia had been colonized by Europeans. Europeans obtained raw materials for industries from these colonies in exchange of the constructions of schools and railways for the people they ruled. These empires made Europe rich, but also caused the European countries to be suspicious of each other. This let their defenses down in such a sense that there appear many spies working for each ruler so as to know what the other were about to do or not.
All this thirst for more and more power was reinforced by the social class differences. Europe in 1900 was divided by class. The upper class owned the land; the middle class controlled industry or shops and offices; the working class worked in factories or in the fields. They also worked as servants for richer people. Many working-class people lived in dreadful poverty. It is in that time when most children died because they couldn’t resist the dreadful and inhumane working conditions.
“A change, a chance” was the logo of many revolutionaries in the principal cities of Europe. There were many revolutionary groups in Europe who wanted to bring down governments by force. Russian revolutionaries had blown up the tsar Alexander II in 18881, and in 1911 they shot the Russian prime minister. In 1914, a Bosnian revolutionary was to assassinate the son of the Austrian emperor in Sarajevo. This act sparked off the First World War.
sábado, 19 de abril de 2008
Repentance
A phantom on the sky
Was looking down to earth
Then, he decided to descend to a solitary place.
There on the graveyard lie his bones
Now as if they were made of coral
Fragile as the feelings he had in life
His tomb covered by ivies, weeds and forgetfulness.
He lies there after fighting against another man.
It was a duel.
The high prize was a lady, who is, by now,
lying in a warm bed
next to the winner.
“Who cares about you now?”, thought the spirit to himself.
All he did was in vain;
All he knew
He was lying dead
Under the cold stone of that cemetery.
Was looking down to earth
Then, he decided to descend to a solitary place.
There on the graveyard lie his bones
Now as if they were made of coral
Fragile as the feelings he had in life
His tomb covered by ivies, weeds and forgetfulness.
He lies there after fighting against another man.
It was a duel.
The high prize was a lady, who is, by now,
lying in a warm bed
next to the winner.
“Who cares about you now?”, thought the spirit to himself.
All he did was in vain;
All he knew
He was lying dead
Under the cold stone of that cemetery.
Crusader
The huge cold walls of the fortress
Shadowed the plain.
Inside it, hundreds of servants
Awaited for the master to be released
Hoping that he can return blessed.
In the highest tower, a soldier shouted:
There comes our master, holding legs, arms and blood.
There comes our lord, holding honour, bravery and odour.
Open the gates let him and his fine charger get in
And be prepared to take care of him
If needed.
The main entrance opened
at the steady gallop of the white steed.
The man was lying almost dead at the back of the horse.
Everyone ran to help that porcelain doll sleeping on that animal.
A sword was on his stomach,
a river of blood still flowed through his veins.
The lord opened his eyes and said
“Saladin is about to erase this castle
including your soul and faith”.
Shadowed the plain.
Inside it, hundreds of servants
Awaited for the master to be released
Hoping that he can return blessed.
In the highest tower, a soldier shouted:
There comes our master, holding legs, arms and blood.
There comes our lord, holding honour, bravery and odour.
Open the gates let him and his fine charger get in
And be prepared to take care of him
If needed.
The main entrance opened
at the steady gallop of the white steed.
The man was lying almost dead at the back of the horse.
Everyone ran to help that porcelain doll sleeping on that animal.
A sword was on his stomach,
a river of blood still flowed through his veins.
The lord opened his eyes and said
“Saladin is about to erase this castle
including your soul and faith”.
The things I like and I lack
Hard coloured in red as if it were blood
Spilt on it on purpose.
A glowing gold cross,
yellow pages, black words,
all written in Latin
and many pictures were the most devastating
features of the imponderable feeling that invaded me
when I first glanced at it.
Some of the carvings were in colours,
many others black and white.
The scent of centuries,
the soft grey dust on the back of the book
all this features summoned a great religious relic book.
Found in an inhospitable place
By someone I really appreciate.
I hope this person can make the best of it.
Now, I address you, my friend, study it and then tell me.
I know you don’t believe in this.
But, at least, try it to find out something
beyond a doctrine.
Do it as a scientist might have done it by researching.
Try once in a while to leave for this time
those books you really love.
I know you can surprise me with something more.
Spilt on it on purpose.
A glowing gold cross,
yellow pages, black words,
all written in Latin
and many pictures were the most devastating
features of the imponderable feeling that invaded me
when I first glanced at it.
Some of the carvings were in colours,
many others black and white.
The scent of centuries,
the soft grey dust on the back of the book
all this features summoned a great religious relic book.
Found in an inhospitable place
By someone I really appreciate.
I hope this person can make the best of it.
Now, I address you, my friend, study it and then tell me.
I know you don’t believe in this.
But, at least, try it to find out something
beyond a doctrine.
Do it as a scientist might have done it by researching.
Try once in a while to leave for this time
those books you really love.
I know you can surprise me with something more.
The things I like and I lack
Hard coloured in red as if it were blood
Spilt on it on purpose.
A glowing gold cross,
yellow pages, black words,
all written in Latin
and many pictures were the most devastating
features of the imponderable feeling that invaded me
when I first glanced at it.
Some of the carvings were in colours,
many others black and white.
The scent of centuries,
the soft grey dust on the back of the book
all this features summoned a great religious relic book.
Found in an inhospitable place
By someone I really appreciate.
I hope this person can make the best of it.
Now, I address you, my friend, study it and then tell me.
I know you don’t believe in this.
But, at least, try it to find out something
beyond a doctrine.
Do it as a scientist might have done it by researching.
Try once in a while to leave for this time
those books you really love.
I know you can surprise me with something more.
Spilt on it on purpose.
A glowing gold cross,
yellow pages, black words,
all written in Latin
and many pictures were the most devastating
features of the imponderable feeling that invaded me
when I first glanced at it.
Some of the carvings were in colours,
many others black and white.
The scent of centuries,
the soft grey dust on the back of the book
all this features summoned a great religious relic book.
Found in an inhospitable place
By someone I really appreciate.
I hope this person can make the best of it.
Now, I address you, my friend, study it and then tell me.
I know you don’t believe in this.
But, at least, try it to find out something
beyond a doctrine.
Do it as a scientist might have done it by researching.
Try once in a while to leave for this time
those books you really love.
I know you can surprise me with something more.
sábado, 12 de abril de 2008
HEAVEN AFTER HELL
SOME TIMES ALONE
SOMETIMES ISOLATED
MY LIFE IS COMPLETLY WASTED.
NO MATTER HOW MANY BOOKS I'VE READ
NO MATTER HOW MANY CHURCHES I'VE STOLEN
THE INQUISITOR IS SITTING THERE,
WATCHING ME BEING TORTURED IN THE OVEN.
THE ROOM IS DARK. THERE IS NO LIGHT IN IT
MY CAPTORS TAKE TO NOWHERE
TO NOWHERE TO NOWHERE
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM GOING
WAIT, I SEE SOMETHING.
SOMETHING SHINING THERE
IN THE DISTANCE, IN MY MIND.
YET, I CAN'T DISTINGUISH IT ENOUGH
I CAN'T, I CAN'T SEE IT CLEARLY
IT'S SHINING
IT'S A LIGHT, IT BRIGHTS
IT SPARKS
IT'S AN ANGEL WHO WELCOME ME
IN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN
SOMETIMES ISOLATED
MY LIFE IS COMPLETLY WASTED.
NO MATTER HOW MANY BOOKS I'VE READ
NO MATTER HOW MANY CHURCHES I'VE STOLEN
THE INQUISITOR IS SITTING THERE,
WATCHING ME BEING TORTURED IN THE OVEN.
THE ROOM IS DARK. THERE IS NO LIGHT IN IT
MY CAPTORS TAKE TO NOWHERE
TO NOWHERE TO NOWHERE
I DON'T KNOW WHERE I AM GOING
WAIT, I SEE SOMETHING.
SOMETHING SHINING THERE
IN THE DISTANCE, IN MY MIND.
YET, I CAN'T DISTINGUISH IT ENOUGH
I CAN'T, I CAN'T SEE IT CLEARLY
IT'S SHINING
IT'S A LIGHT, IT BRIGHTS
IT SPARKS
IT'S AN ANGEL WHO WELCOME ME
IN THE DOORS OF HEAVEN
SOLITUDE
Elizabeth was sitting on a bnch in the park near Solitude lake. She was there alone looking at the few pedestrians passing by. the way they dresses has always caught their attention. They were dressed on bright but ridiculous colours: yellow red, green blue and orange; bright orange. it seemed as i the colours accompanied their gestures and movements. they were funny faces to look at. they were always smiling as if they were forced to do it. Suddenly, she saw a dog at a considerable distance from where she was sitting. It was a black dog. The animal was standing there looking at her. Then, the dog was coming towaards her slowly then more rapidly. Finally, the black dog ran towards her. It stopped in front of her and stayed there staring at her for a while.
then, the dog was not longer a dog, but an elephant which uttered the following words: "What are you looking at, Elizabeth?"
-"I'm watching how people act, move around and talk", said the girl.
The elephant said "Do you enjoy looking at people?"
-"Yes, of course. I like to see how the world moves on".
The elephant, as if he knew her since ages patiently said "Girl, you see the world YOU want to see, not the world you should take part of".
the girl almost angrier and about to brek in tears said "I love MY world. and what's that of being part of something I don't belong to?"
The elephant said: " Do as you wish but do not come later to see me and bother me with your pain".
"I have no pains", said the girl proud of her attitude. Many yellow leaves waved through the air because of the autumn breeze. she winked a bit. The elephant was not there anymore. it vanished away.
It was almost noon and elizabeth continued to be sitting in that bench in the park near solitude lake.
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