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.

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”.

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.

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.

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

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.

martes, 27 de noviembre de 2007

Reading log

Name: Martín, María Fernanda
Title: Girls Are Often neglected Victims of Concussions
Source: New York Times
Link: http://www.nytimes.com/2007/10/02/sports/othersports/02concussions.html?em&ex=1191470400&en=56117d451c263a91&ei=5087%0aA
Date: October 2, 2007

1. Vocabulary:
2. concusión noun [C,U] a slight injury to the brain that is caused by being hit on the head and makes you feel tired or sick mild concusión
3. dizzy (FEELING) adjective feeling as if everything is spinning round and being unable to balance and about to fall down: Going without sleep for a long time makes me feel dizzy and light-headed. I felt quite dizzy with excitement as I went up to collect the award.
4. dizzily Adverb. In a dizzy way or a way that makes you feel dizzy: The skyscrapers towered dizzily above us.
5. dizziness noun [U]
6. dizzying adjective causing you to feel dizzy: a dizzying display of acrobatics.
7. dizzy (FEELING) adjective feeling as if everything is spinning round and being unable to balance and about to fall down: Going without sleep for a long time makes me feel dizzy and light-headed. I felt quite dizzy with excitement as I went up to collect the award.
8. lingering adjective [before noun]lasting a long time: She gave him a long, lingering kiss. She's says she's stopped seeing him, but I still have lingering doubts. The defeat ends any lingering hopes she might have had of winning the championship.
9. blow (HIT) noun [C] a hard hit with a hand or a weapon: a sharp blow to the stomach
10. freshman noun [C] US 1 (INFORMAL frosh) a student in the first year of high school, college, or university: He's a freshman at Harvard. Greg and Jody met in their freshman year at college and married soon after they graduated. 2 someone who has recently started any particular job or activity:a freshman in Congreso a freshman football placer
11. tackle (SPORT) verb [T] (especially in football or hockey) to try to take the ball from a player in the other team, or (in rugby or American football) to do this by taking hold of the player and causing them to falltackle noun [C]
12. superimpose verb [T] to put especially a picture, words, etc. on top of something else, especially another picture, words, etc., so that what is in the lower position can still be seen, heard, etc:The book cover had a picture of a dove superimposed on a battle scene.
13. turf (GRASS) noun [C or U] plural turfs or ESP. UK turvesthe surface layer of land on which grass is growing, consisting of the grass and the earth in which its roots grow, or a piece of this which is cut from the ground and is usually rectangular.
14. the turf noun [S] the sport of horse racingturf verb [T] to cover a piece of land with turf
15. nerve-racking, nerve-wracking adjective describes something that is difficult to do and causes a lot of worry for the person involved in it:My wedding was the most nerve-racking thing I've ever experienced.
16. lay (NOT TRAINED) adjective [before noun] not trained in or not having a detailed knowledge of a particular subject: From a lay viewpoint the questionnaire is virtually incomprehensible. See also layperson at layman (NOT TRAINED).

Main ideas:
A survey shows that girls in high school when doing sports are more susceptible to concussions than boy.
Girls take longer for their symptoms to resolve and to return to play.
This is due to the massive female participation in sports.
The consequences can be fatal: brain injuries, dizziness, lethargy and the inability to concentrate.
There are reasons to support the hypothesis based in reality.
The bodies of males and females differ enormousy: girls’ neck muscles are less developed than boys, providing less shock absortion during the impact.
Parents prefer to snatch the dream of their children of becoming a successful sport figure at school instead of suffering the consequences of losing their children or part of theirs.

Personal Reaction:
When you think of high school sports concussions, whom do you envision getting banged up? Usually it is a strapping young football player-a male- isn’t it? But in sports, both girls and boys play such basketball and soccer, girls are more likely to suffer these dangerous brain injuries because they are more competitive than boys that is why girls sometimes take much longer to reover and get back on the field than boys.
What I find even more intriguing are the possible explanations behind the surprising stats. On the one hand, researchers point to biophysical phenomena -for instance, the fact that boys have stronger neck muscles and larger heads than girls, so they can tolerate stronger blows. But there is also a sociocultural explanation. The suspicion that girls tend to report their concussions symptoms more than boys. Is it fair for boys to be considered the tough when they can also result seriously injured?