tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14238160930081623952024-03-08T02:52:43.235-08:00The Velvet RevolutionAnn von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-56901830326523238682011-03-29T13:20:00.000-07:002011-03-29T13:21:56.487-07:00GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD LUCK<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Well, folks, I have already finished this blog for this year (because I do not know if I will have to write another one the next course) and I would like you have enjoyed reading it.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Firstly, I think I might say sorry for all the grammar and lexical mistakes I have made and I hope they would not have given you problems to understand what I was trying to say. I can promise you that if I would know English the way I want to know it I would have done it almost perfect.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Secondly, and related to the first point, I want to say that I would like that my teacher will correct the mistakes I have made for me to get better and to be able to express what I want to say the best way possible.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">And thirdly, I would like to add that you have to dare to believe in your dreams and to fight for making them come true, because you guys are the owners of your lives and the only duty you really have is being HAPPY.</span></span></span></span></div><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: "Calibri", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Up until nobody knows when…good night and good luck!</span></span>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-72775707680901052612011-03-29T12:04:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:04:39.516-07:00- I DARE YOU TO LIVE THE LIFESTYLE YOU HAVE ALWAYS DREAMT OF -MMM...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Dare you to move </span></i><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">by Switchfoot is the other song I wanted to treat here.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Well, I first heard this song while I was watching the movie <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">A walk to remember</i>, but I did not pay attention to it. Was the second time I watched the movie when I really listened to it and I really liked it, but the problem was that I had no Internet so I could not listen to it again and look for the lyrics. So, the time passed by up until I saw this film for the third (and also last) time and I took the name of such song. Then, when I arrived home, I searched it for in the Internet and I listened to it carefully, reading the lyrics at the same time...about it, I should say that it really reached my heart.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">I think I should add that I was then in a very stressed stage of my life, because I had realized that there is almost no time in Life for doing all those things I would like to do, and this song, as the title shows, urges you to move. I would like to travel a lot, to learn music, study cinema and to dance…so many things in little time, and when I listened to this song I felt as if two strong hands would stand me up and encourage me to make my dreams come true.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">For you to understand me, I will explain to you things I like from this song.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">The first thing I do liked from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dare you to move</i> was the beginning, because it says to us all “Welcome to the planet, welcome to existence”, as if we were just born and a person who is very old and/or knows a lot about life, welcomes us.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">On the chorus, appear the two most urged sentences, which say “I dare you to move, I dare you to lift yourself up of the floor”. These two statements are the ones which made me feel the needing to stand up and start doing what I really want to do with my life. I could feel how they urged me, how they whispered screams to me telling me to live my life the way I want to. Moreover, I liked that it says that you should grew accustom to fall and that you also have the obligation to lift up by yourself, to keep on fighting until the end although nobody give you any support.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">To finish up, I would like to highlight two rhetorical questions the song has: “Where can you run to escape from yourself? Where are you gonna go?” and a kind of answer it gives is “Salvation is here”. In my opinion, the former rhetorical question is the best one because there are lots of people that try to be someone who really are not because they want to be accepted by the crowd, they are running away from what they are, but I think they should defend who they are and to be always proud of it…because I believe that you are going to be your entire life with yourself, so the sooner you get used to yourself the better will it be for you. And the later question just gives strength to the previous one, as saying to all those people who are almost afraid of themselves that they have no chance, they cannot go anywhere…you are who you are, and that is all. By the way, for me, the last statement is saying to us all that we cannot do the things right for come into some Heaven; we just have this world to be good or bad, and I think in the end we are our own judges. So, if we do something we know that is betraying our beliefs, we have to get better in that subject only for us, because the salvation is being who you are and to do all the good you can. If you do not meet these requirements, you will make your life your own Hell.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">So, finally, I would like to add that this beautiful song urged me to want to get my aims, as if someone asks me to live the lifestyle I have always dreamt of, I will say yes, challenge accepted.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">P.S: Once again, here I leave you the song for you to feel the needing of running away from wherever you are now, of bringing to life all those dreams you have ever dared to live before.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOTcr9wKC-o"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iOTcr9wKC-o</span></a></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-44678519950936521902011-03-29T07:20:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:42:48.284-07:00MR. BUSH, YOU DO NOT DESERVE TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Now I leave the books, which the former taught me to not to wish just materialist things for being happy and the later showed me how cruel people can be and that I cannot change that fact, for passing to treat two of the songs I like the most, and the first one is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dear Mr. President</i> by Pink.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Well, I have to add to all that I will say later that I have always loved Pink, whose real name is Alecia Beth Moore, a US singer who has a lot of principles I agree with and that has no problem in showing either what she thinks or feels, and that is something I do like from her. So, I had heard lots of songs of her before listening to this one, but no one had ever made me feel as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Dear Mr. President</i>.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">I think I might start from the beginning: the songs I consider the best are the ones that not only have music but also very deep lyrics, what makes them to reach my heart when I HEAR them, and make me think that they are worth enough to be LISTENED, again and again.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">So, it was summertime when a friend of mine passed to me the video clip of this song and, when I heard it, I fell in love with it. It is like a letter to the ex USA President George Bush from Pink, who asks him why did he do all those things that a good person would ever do.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">First of all, I was shocked by the way the song starts because it says “Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me. Let’s pretend we’re just two people and you’re not better than me. I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly”. This called my attention because it does not say his real name; she says the position of Bush, as if what he cares about is of being an important person and not a good one, who would be remembered by his name and not by his charge. In fact, the next sentence says that they are going to pretend he is not better than her, because what is sure is that Bush believes he’s better than the rest of us. And this is because of something as stupid as he is “someone” in this world, because everybody knows who he is, and we all are “nobody” because we are unknown, the thing that makes Pink not to deserve his lucky presence (what Bush thinks, SURE). Moreover, Pink asks Bush for being honestly, because she knows that he does not think that is something you should be always…he is pretending and lying all the time, as far as he has believed his own lies. So, I found that Pink was right in all she “said” to Bush, and I really love the way she did it: Pink says the true things she want to say to him hidden behind sentences that have an allegedly respect, and it is, in my opinion, a very intelligent trick.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">After this, Pink starts to ask questions to Bush and, although I really love all of them, I wanted to highlight my favorite ones. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">The first one is “What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?” because when I see all those poor people I feel really sad and I think that, if it will depend on me, I will try to do something for them… at least, I will have the intention to help them, although I would finally do not. And, as Pink, I also wonder if those who have the power to help poor people feel wrong too when they, from their amazing cars and houses, see how miserable is the lives of the others, the ones who cannot eat even. In my opinion, powerful people do not walk through the street to see what is going on, and if they do it, I am almost sure that they try not to see how horrible could be the life when you do not have anything, and Bush is one of that people.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">The second one is “And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?” I know homosexual people and some of them are part of my family, and I know that they never told to their parents that they are gay because they know their progenitors did not accept the homosexuality as something perfectly normal and acceptable; they punished that behavior. Also, I know that this was a boundary which did not let their son to feel understood and beloved by his parents, and which separated the one from the others. Moreover, I think that the homosexuality is not something you decide to be or do not (as you do not choose to be heterosexual) and it is a current, not bad thing because it hurts nobody. But, although you would not accept this way of living the sex, it does not have anything to do with you. So, as the heterosexual people have the right to be happy the way they want to, homosexual people too, and, in my opinion, the ones that think the homosexuality must be punished by law have a deep medieval point of view. So, medieval-but-current parents, if you loathe your son or your daughter because he or she is gay, the only one who lose are you.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">And the third one is not a question, is a statement that says “Let me tell you about the hard work. Rebuilding your house when the bombs took it away” When I first heard this sentence, I wept because of how much sadness and truth hides inside. I, as Pink does, think that people like George Bush Jr. do not know what is to work really hard to get an aim. And, what is worst, they cannot picture in the situation of the common people who are the flock of sheep that can be killed because of the wrong decisions powerful people take.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Finally, I would like to focus the attention on the fact that the song comes stronger from the beginning to the end, as we can see from the three sentences I chose. The first one and the second one are questions, the thing that makes them more soft, although the latter is more reproachful than the former; but the third one is an statement which objective is almost openly denounce Mr. Bush behavior. Moreover, I wanted to say that, because of all that you have done, Mr. Bush, you are the one who do not deserve to take a walk with any of us…you do not deserve to delight in our lucky presence, as my beloved Pink told you in the last part of this wonderful song.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">By the way, Pink, my answer to the last sentence you say in your song, "Would you?", which is dedicated to us all, is: I would not take a walk with Mr. Bush because he does not DESERVE it.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">P.S: Here, you folks, have the song, for the ones who want to through their eardrums with truths.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1f8S5u01E0Y">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1f8S5u01E0Y</a></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-17082713491006188852011-03-28T11:16:00.000-07:002011-03-28T11:16:39.909-07:00MISUNDERSTOOD SOUL TRAPPED IN AN ALMOST-DEAD BEETLE<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">I read this book a year ago because I had a subject, called Universal Literature, where I was said to read some classics, and this work was one of them. Moreover, I had to study its content because it could be one of the books I would be asked for in the University Access Exams (in fact, it was one of the two exams I could choose between).</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Firstly, I would like to say that I remember I felt missed when I first saw this book: it was very short (little bit less than 100 pages) compared with the others I also had to read (as <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Divine Comedy</i>, by Dante Alighieri, or <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Flowers of Evil</i>, by Charles Baudelaire), and its name, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Metamorphosis</i>, made me feel quite intrigued.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">I also remember that I searched for information about the author, Franz Kafka, and I found that his life was a kind of sad and his books were so weird and full of symbolism.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Knowing this stuff, I started to read and I found, as I was waiting, a strange book: It is a book as a whole, I mean, it is not divided into chapters, and it all begins with a man, Gregory Samsa, who is transformed into a kind of huge beetle.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Gregory is the elder brother of his family, who is his sister and his parents, and he is the only one who works and brings money to home, so the fact that Gregory has become in a nasty insect makes that he cannot be able to work again. Then, his family encloses him in his bed room and does not let him to go out again because they consider Gregory is not “useful” and that he is not a member of his family yet. So, Gregory’s father starts to work and everything goes alright at the house, but Gregory: He is forgotten by his family (they have even forgotten to give him food), left all alone at his room, with an enormous wound in his shell that is killing him slowly.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Finally, Gregory dies, and no one realizes about that, up until the day the woman that sometimes cleans his room comes inside and see the corpse. Then, his family leaves him there and keeps on with its life.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">When I finished reading, apart from weeping, I realized about some things: First of all, I saw his family (his sister more than the others) tries to help Gregory at the beginning but, as the story goes on, they stop helping him, even though his sister, because they consider him an strange, they refuse him because is different. By the way, I could also realize that the room where Gregory lingers symbolizes the Death and the living room, where his family usually is, symbolizes the Life, where Gregory is forbidden to come in, because he is dead to all of them.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">And secondly, I have watched that Gregory becomes more and more in a beetle (he stops talking, sleeping, wishing…) because he is apart from the society and he dives in himself, up until he is a complete insect and does not feel anything…Well, one thing: sadness and the needing of dying because of it.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">But I did not know there was so much behind this little novel, although I supposed it. That is because I realized it was full of symbolism and, as I said before, I knew Kafka’s books always hide a far beyond meaning inside of them.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">After reading the book, I searched for information about Kafka’s life and I found that he had a very bad health during his whole life. Kafka was always ill and one of his two sisters understood and looked after him, but the one who ever understood him at all was his father. Kafka was almost hated by his father because he was so introvert, a kind of weird and, moreover, ill. These three things were the opposite of the kind of son Kafka’s father wanted to have: what is commonly known as a macho man, someone strong who were capable to lead a house and a family. In fact, his father was not the only one who did not understand him: the society did too. Kafka was different from the other people, and in that time nobody could understand the different crowd (and, what is worst, neither nowadays), so he felt very out-of-place and misunderstood, set apart by the world.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">And all those things are what Kafka has shown at his book: he wrote a kind of autobiography for unburden himself: Gregory is a beetle (which represents Kafka, who is ill and has a not understood personality by society), whose father just wanted him to work and, now that he cannot do it, he hates Gregory for has become in an insect, as if the boy were guilty of it (what represents the loathe of his father to him because he is different, as if Kafka decided it to be, and does is not a macho man, who has a family and works). Moreover, there is Gregory’s sister, who helps him when he becomes in an insect (who symbolizes the Kafka’s sister that helps him when he is ill and that understands him). To finish up, everything ends in a very bad way, because Gregory’s family forgets him completely, even though his sister does, and Gregory dies of sadness and illness (which is Kafka’s thoughts about his own future: that everyone will hate him and that he will die all alone).</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Now, I would like to add that I wanted to talk about <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Metamorphosis </i>because I think it is one of the most interesting books you can read, not only because of the singular story, but because of what it hides inside, and because it is a sad tale that can give you the chance to understand how a different person can feel when everybody refuses being with him or her. Moreover, I think it shows perfectly how cruel humans can be... I think the reality that lingers in this book is overwhelming.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">Sure, I would have liked the story would have finished the other way around: that he finally would have been understood and would have lived a lot of years happy as a beetle…but, sure too, it would not have been realistic. Alas, the true thing is that, if the story would be real, it all would have finished as it does in the book. Because we humans are cruel, and that is something we have learnt to live with.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: black;">P.S: Just for you to know, Kafka died because of sadness and illness, all alone.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">Alas, he was right.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-13511685198712515362011-03-07T17:54:00.001-08:002011-03-07T17:55:28.440-08:00FRENCH WOMAN, UNFAITHFUL AND NARCISSISTIC<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">What I think about Gustave Flaubert’s work <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Madame Bovary</i> is a kind of weird. It is not one of my favorite books. In fact, it is one of the books I have needed too much time to read because, for me, it is very blue and boring. This makes such book convoluted, the reason why I don’t like it. And that was what I wanted to highlight from this work: it is tough to read because the author wants it to be! Flaubert wants the reader to have a feeling that the story reflects the lifestyle of the XIX century in France, that the time passes very slowly and that the evolution which Emma Bovary suffers comes little by little. In my opinion, this is much more difficult than achieving to write an enjoyable work.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">At this point, I think I must explain to you all what the plot of the book is.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">It has three parts: in the first one, Emma Rouault knows Charles Bovary, a doctor, and marries him. At the beginning, she is more or less happy, although the married lifestyle she wanted is not the one she has.And at the end of this part, Messieurs Bovary go to a nobility party and Emma starts to wish that kind of life for herself. Then, Messieurs Bovary move to other town, called Yonville-l'Abbaye, where Monsieur Bovary has been offered a new and better-remunerated job as such town’s doctor. Then starts the second part, where Emma got pregnant and has a girl, called Berthe, but she does not play as the mother of the child because she lives in her own fantasy, reading romantic books and wishing to have that kind of life. Here, Emma knows Rodolphe, a womanizer nobleman, and falls completely in love with him because of himself and because he can offer she the lifestyle she wants. They have a fling and finally decide to run away from Yonville together. But Rodolphe runs away without Emma because he really did not love her. Then, Emma falls ill because her hopes are frustrated and does not recovers until she goes to the opera and finds Leon, a young man that loved her when she was with Rodolphe. And, in the third part, Emma has a fling with Leon, but now she does not look for a man who can give to her the nobility lifestyle she wants because she gave up with that. Emma wants a man who loves her, because she is so rotten inside that nobody really loves her but Charles, her husband, and Emma hate him because she thinks he cannot give to her the life Emma thinks she needs to be happy. In the end, Emma wants to run away with Leon, but he leaves Emma because he has realized she had just used him to escape from a lifestyle she did not like. Then Emma is so sad that commits suicide and leaves Charles (who dies too) and her daughter alone, the only ones who could had made she happy if she would had cared of what really matters in life.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">So there are two things I like from this work: On the one hand, as I said at the beginning, is the capability of the author to transmit the idea of sadness, because the story is sad as Emma cannot rate what she wants and makes unhappy the lives of the ones who love her; and convolution, so that the story is so long and the Emma’s evolution is quite slow, what I think is very hard to show in a work and the reason why I really like this book.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">On the other hand, I have always wished to have things like money, a very good house, a more than good car and all that stuff because I thought that this was what will made me happy. But, as I grew up and, later, read this book (which is very realistic), I have realized that this really does not matter. Focusing on <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Madame Bovary</i>, I could see how a too-strong idea can lead a person to the most miserable life and, finally, to suicide. Of course, I do not want that happen to me. And then, another idea came chained with the former: the richness is not an idea that you should make too strong because it is the one that can make you the saddest person in the world, so that it is empty and makes you to forget everything else. It makes you to forget what really matters in life: the little things. And among those things, the ones that you cannot buy with money. Of course again, there is the love of all the people who feels you are essential at their lives…those who think without you their world would not be the same…as the love of a husband and a daughter, dear Emma, for whom the world was not interesting without you on it. But alas you were too far to bring you close to realize of that…French woman, unfaithful and narcissistic.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-80923452034548847082011-03-03T07:55:00.000-08:002011-03-29T12:26:53.510-07:00BACK TO WRITE<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Well, here we are again.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">More than two months later, I am back to write again a minimum of four thousand words this second semester in this blog. And my purpose is writing one post per week, but it is further probable that I could not achieve this objective.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Although the previous semester I decided to write whatever that came to my mind in that moment, now I have chosen to take my favorite books and songs. Then, I will make a summary of the plot and highlight those parts I do love. I will also explain what they transmit to me and why they have helped me throughout my life.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white;">Moreover, I would like to say that maybe I will write pieces of those books or songs here in the blog, but obviously I know that those words does not count in the four thousand I have to write. </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Calibri;">And I have thought that this will be good for me: to remind myself all those things that have reached the deepest part of my heart, which gave me some of the bases of my own beliefs and helped me to know what I would like to get in my life.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-18535397203075501772011-01-03T14:19:00.000-08:002011-01-03T14:19:05.600-08:00YEARNING<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sam, you told me that it is dignified to die because of something that is worthwhile, but I do not agree.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You can ask Death for being fast, brief and painless, but you cannot ask if for dignity, because it lacks of that.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Perhaps are Muhammad, Gandhi or Martin Luther King remembered because they died, like any other living does? No. They are remembered because of what they did in their lives, because they fought for their goals and they reached them, leaving a very huge record in this world. And maybe those goals carried them to Death, but it was not to die what gave them the glory, was that they reached what they wanted to…You do not die with dignity, Sam, YOU LIVE WITH IT.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moreover, we humans think that we are better than the other livings because our brain is much more developed than theirs, what gives us the chance to make weapons and kill them all…even kill ourselves. And I wonder…and?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Really, take a look at us, Sam: we are made of a very soft material that’s easy to break down; we need to sleep, to eat…we need so many things to keep on living. And we still think we are invincible, but that is not true at all.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Perhaps you think that the AIDS and cancer are stronger than us? Allegedly no, they aren’t. But nevertheless they can kill us…so maybe we are not as strong as we think, are we?...In the end, our lives cost less than the bullet that kills us.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, knowing how weak we are, we must live everyday of our lives as it would be the last one while we have the chance. And if we don’t do it, we will regret the rest of our existence.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Nowadays, I’m sad, Sam. I feel that I am losing my entire life in studying and doing everything that is supposed to be right…and I cannot repair it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to study to get a good job and to be happy…but what people forget and I don’t is that you are really happy when you are young. Is nature, because is when you are really healthy. And we humans dedicate the best years of our life, when we do can be happy, in stay in a chair, looking at the books instead of being face to face with Life.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I want to feel life, Sam. I need it as the air I breathe.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I have two options:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">First, leave it all behind and take the control of my life. Live as if nothing else would matter…that really, nothing else matters.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Second, still like this, but try to be free some moments of my life to take the strength I need to still studying. Taking Life not as something to live, as something to survive.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And, in fact, Sam, I know that I am going to take the second one, even though I know that I would be really happy taking the first one, because I am so afraid.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I feel I lose every day of my fucking life, and I can’t do anything because I am not brave enough to do it! But some day I will be fed up with everything and I will run far away from here, living it all behind…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sam, between you and I, I do am yearning for that day to come.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-52651155084631005652011-01-02T21:20:00.001-08:002011-01-02T21:21:48.512-08:00THE MOVIE<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I recommend people to watch the movie <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Lord of the Rings</i>, which is divided in three different parts because of how long is it. In fact, each part is more than three hours long.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This fantastic movie was shot in New Zealand, because of the landscapes it has and because it is the director’s country, who is Peter Jackson.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The plot of the movie, fellows, is as follows: a pair of men, an elf, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits have to destroy the most powerful ring in their world. It is because in it lives the worst beast there, Sauron, and by destroying the ring, they will kill him before he seizes the world. </span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">For this movie, Jackson decided to take very good actors, but he also wanted them not to be very famous. The reason was that the director wanted people to believe the story the film tells and that the audience didn’t only see famous actors pretending. He took, for example, Viggo Mortensen, Liv Tyler or Ian McKellen.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Moreover, I would recommend to watch it in the language you used to speaking because <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The Lord of the Rings</i> is an epic movie which is not easy to follow if you see it in a language that’s not the one you’re used to listening to.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To finish up, I would like to say that I do recommend this film because I felt in it the most truthful friendship I had ever seen and it taught me to fight for whatever I want to get in my life. And, because of these reasons, the more I watch it the more I love it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Don’t worry, Sam. I am not going to give another amazing end, it would be so predictable. So they all were happy ever after...and all that crap.</span></span></div></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-69954701335382393742011-01-02T19:43:00.001-08:002011-01-02T19:43:18.978-08:00WHAT AN END<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two days ago, three friends of mine and I went to visit Marta, another friend, after watching the scary movie REC 2, because she was ill and she couldn’t go out with us.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When we arrived we sat on the sofa, where we started to talk about the movie we had just seen and other scary ones. Suddenly, Marta said that one of the most frightening movies she had ever watched was The Exorcist, The Beginning.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then I remembered that, in that movie, the actor who plays priest Merrin role was one that I really love because of the way he acts, but I couldn´t remember his name. But then, some things about his life came to my mind as he has seven sons, he´s 57 years old, he played main characters in movies like <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Good will Hunting, Pirates of the Caribbean Saga, Mamma Mia! or Angels and Demons</i> and so on…everything but his name!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">At the end, five minutes later or so, we moved our conversation to other issues and, suddenly, I shouted “I have spoted it! He’s Stellan Skarsg</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;">ard!” Then, all my friends burst into laughs because of the way I said it and the silly smile I wore on my face!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And, then, Marta died. You don’t know why. Neither do I. I just know that this is my story and it’s going to finish the way I want to. And, to that question you fellows are wondering…yes, I AM MAD.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-81633599099551006362011-01-02T16:41:00.001-08:002011-01-02T16:51:44.747-08:00SOMEONE SHOULD READ THIS...<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">“My last summer holidays were the best ones I have ever had because of many things.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of those was that two USA girls came to visit a friend of me, what give us the chance to show them the most interesting places of Valencia and, personally, I had the chance of learning more English, what helped me to improve my listening.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">However, although this was a great experience, the best of the whole summer was August, because I had the chance to be with my friends and to visit each other´s towns.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The first week we went to my best friend’s one, where we could enjoy beach, iced strawberry and blackberry´s ice-cream. And the funniest thing was that we never get tan, but this time we did!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Later, we spent the whole second week in my own town. The best subjects we did were, first of all, visiting the Roman ruins that linger in my town. After that, we went to swim to the pool and the river, whose water is completely frozen! We also were through my town’s way of living, and we do enjoyed it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The third one was my oldest friend village, which is very small and peaceful, with nothing to visit but itself. When we were there it was village festivities, so, during the day, we were at the swimming-pool, and during the night, we were dancing.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Last week I came back to my town for resting and spending time with my family.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To finish up, I would like to say that this was my best summer ever because I could be with my friends, my family and I also had time to do other things, like learning English or reading new books”</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have found this script I wrote a year ago or so, when my life wasn’t as destroyed as it is now.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When I was a teen, I thought that the only one thing that could make me happy was that any amazing event would happen to me, as having the chance to be someone in this world and to be forever remembered. And, of course, I was living waiting for my dream come true…I was sad. Meanwhile, I tried to save the others’ lives, and I almost died with them…but someone rescued me from all that crap.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They were my angels, who brought me to life although they didn’t know it. They taught me the things that make you happy are the littlest ones: just to wake up every morning, knowing that your family loves you and is there with you, your friends are waiting for you at school to laugh and cry with you, and that you will go to bed with a big smile, being conscientious that tomorrow will be the same, because you really love it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have to confess, Sam, I knew this was going to finish. But I didn’t want to accept it anyway. I needed that situation still the same to keep myself sane, so I forced myself to believe that that was going to be forever. Alas, it wasn’t.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The summer I redacted in the script was the best I have ever had, and the end of my ideal life.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">When we started the course, we took over the assignment to slaughter the best thing we have ever done: to be friends. We got apart, ones from others, until we didn’t know who was who…and that was our doom. The arguments started and never finished…but now, we have decided to talk to conclude our relationship…What we built by love we let the words to destroy it…Oh, so grievous, Sam, so sad…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the worst of this all is that I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt me…or it hurts too much that I can’t express it…In fact, I don’t know it. I feel it as it happened to another person but me…I’m numb now, and there’s nothing worse than that.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know we have changed a lot, Sam, we all, and because of that this is not the same and we aren’t friends yet, and maybe we won’t be ever.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I still love these memories they gave me through those years, my ideal life, my dream that was my reality… I will keep it all with a lot of fondness in the deepest of my heart, now that, alas, I am awake.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-44919814438312820322011-01-02T12:50:00.001-08:002011-01-02T12:50:38.476-08:00LATEST TRAVEL<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Two years ago, three of my teachers, my classmates and I went to visit London. We were there just for four days and it was amazing, but also too short.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">From it all, I remember that the first day in the morning we went to see the Big Ben, which is the bell inside very big clock situated in the Place of Westminster, and we had a London Eye ride because we wanted to see London as a whole. In the afternoon, we went to visit the Buckingham Palace, which is rather smart and big.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We spent the whole second day visiting the National Gallery, where you can find a lot of awesome things, like pictures, sculptures and so on. But, alas, we couldn´t see it all because is very big and we had not time to do it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Later, the third day, we had the opportunity to travel to Windsor, which is a bit far from London, where we could visit the palace that the Queen of England has there.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And the last day, our teachers let us go to Regent Street, where all the shops linger and we could buy some stuff, Piccadilly Circus, where we knew some kind people, and Camden, which I found really awesome because I could buy a lot of that kind of strange things I like.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hence, I do enjoyed London and I would like to go back, but for a week or so, because I had not enough time all that this amazing city hides inside and I want to indeed.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-23908793354636042062011-01-02T12:20:00.001-08:002011-01-03T15:01:51.147-08:00GLOBALIZATION<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The type of media I use the most is the Internet, but I don’t do it very frequently.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">One of the reasons why I search the information I need in the Internet is because there is further information than in any other types of media, as TV or newspapers. What I usually look for is a very specific information, about things like arts, literature or languages, which are very difficult to find in other kinds of media.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Another reason is that the information in the Internet is available whenever I need it, so I can search for it when I want to do it. Nevertheless, this does not happen with TV, which grants the information at specific hours, or with the newspapers, the ones I have to buy in the morning to know what happens in the world I live in.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But I also know that the Internet is full of lies, so I have to know something about what I’m going to search before doing it. And the worst part is that I have realized that the more I search the less things I find to be completely true.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Despite that, I still prefer the Internet for finding the information I need.</span></span><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By the way, I wanted to add that the Internet is very connected with globalization, and that is something that makes people feel afraid, but, as far as I am concerned, that is a generalization.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">It’s true the world seems to be dominated by big business, but the effects of this are exaggerated. I explain:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">On the one hand, some people say globalization is unfair. Whereas people who live in rich countries have benefited from international trade, the natural resources of poorer countries have been devastated by multinationals that don’t re-invest their profits in the local economies. Moreover, traditional jobs have been lost without being replaced by new ones, so even the word ‘globalization’ has become a term of abuse for many people.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, on the other hand, I think one of the key features of globalization, that is the Internet, has the power to improve the world. I think communication is the key to progress and for this reason I believe that the Internet can improve the lives of ordinary people. In fact, as I said at the beginning of the script, the Internet is one of the most democratic inventions of all time, although it was originally developed for business, because it allows us the chance to do with it whatever we want to.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So, to finish up, saying that is our power to let globalization be something fair or unfair, as everything in our lives.</span></span></div></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-24643039779506042542010-12-28T13:43:00.000-08:002010-12-28T13:43:29.605-08:00FEELINGS, NOTHING MORE THAN FEELINGS<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You know, Sam? Nowadays, the two things people believe in the most are Love and Destiny. And I wondered…why?</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">They told me it is because Love is the prettiest feeling which moves the world and becomes people open-handed (because Money and Hate are not awesome at all this way) and the idea of Destiny gives them the calmness to know that nothing they do, good or wrong, was their responsibility.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well, Love is overrated because of the years the literature, music and cinema trade have dedicated in introducing The Utopian Idea in the world that Love always carries good stuff and it is all what you need. No misunderstood, I agree Love is a fantastic feeling which can take out from people the most beautiful things they can do. But it’s not as ideal as people think.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Love is the most powerful and dangerous feeling because everybody believes The Utopian Idea, what gives it the capability of hurting very deep leaving no trace, making us sad, selfish, betrayers, even murderers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No one would suspect of Love so that everybody thinks it’s always good.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Hence we have to take into account that we must take the control of our feelings, especially of Love, and not to think that we can leave it with no vigilance because if we do it, we will repent of it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And about Destiny…well, it is frequently in the corner of any street, as a bitch, as a dog or as a lottery vendor, its three more usual embodiments. But it ever makes home visits, you have to go out and find it. However, nobody knows this.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think I’m getting older, Sam, and that’s why I do know that Destiny is an idea the humans created because they need to be assured that what they do in their lives was already written to happen that way. So that, they don’t feel so much troubled when they fail or too well when they do something right.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’ve reached the conclusion that people are too weak to manage all the strong emotions the Life is as a whole, Sam…They don’t laugh, they smile. They don’t cry, they weep. They don’t run, they walk. They don’t argue, they discuss. They don’t hate, they misprize. They don’t live, they die little by little…everything is content in the inside.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Therefore, I have realized that they feel overwhelmed by Reality and need to live in a world of lies, because it’s the unique style of life they can manage if they want to be happy. Otherwise I can perceive Reality much more than them, I feel I’m drowsy and I need to be more conscious of Life than what I am, and I need to reach the whole truth for being happy.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I know they would like to stop suffering, but to suffer is a consequence of feeling, and to feel is to live…but I don’t mind to suffer. I want to feel the whole Life burning my skin with its intensity…and if suffering is the prize I have to pay for it, I haven’t bought anything cheaper.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-19738805725940150122010-10-31T08:59:00.000-07:002010-10-31T08:59:29.286-07:00I DARE YOU TO LIVE<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sam, I’m aware that what I know from life is told having a cup of coffee, that it is understood having a drink and it is forgotten having a couple, but there is something I would like to remind you:</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">WAKE UP…breathe, look, hear, touch…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Yes, you are here…every minute of your life is yours; and if you can read what I’m writing here is because you are lucky for being born in the hunter part of the world.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">STAND UP…smell, watch, listen, feel…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The World is out there, waiting for you to decide if it eats you or if you eat it.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And decide quickly, because Life is made up of time, and if you lose it, you will lose Life too.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">If you decide to eat it, I’ll remind you that Life is a synonym of fight, taking into account everything that this entails. So, I dare you to wake up, to stand up, to move…to take a look at the mirror and face your reality…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I DARE YOU TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THE CORRECT LENSES, AND TO HATE IT</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to watch all the homeless on the street</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to see how we destroy the world and to fear for those who will live its consequences</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to see children with old features</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to love some people, to hate others and to see how they all die</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to be betrayed, and to criticize it</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to betray, and to see how much of a hypocrite you were</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to be disappointed, and to feel bad about it</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to disappoint, and to feel worse</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to be afraid of everything, even to be afraid of yourself.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to fall down…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I DARE YOU TO SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THE CORRECT LENSES, AND TO LOVE IT</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to learn from those who have reached their goals because they’ve fought</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to see how, despite of everything, the breaking dawn is still free, and to smile</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to watch two elderly people looking each other with the same love of 50 years ago, and to be deeply moved</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to get wherever you get, and to be proud of who you are.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to love, and to be loved in return</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to trust, and having it been worthwhile</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to be trusted, and to know how valuable you are</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to laugh until you cry, and to cry until you laugh, sooner or later</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I dare you to lift yourself up from the floor…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">And to all that things that Life is… as a bitch, as a goddess…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, if you decide it eats you, I’ll remind you Death is a synonym of peace, it’s easy…it is the same as letting the world devour you. So, Sam, I dare you to take a gun and pull the trigger…</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">You cannot, can you? Hence, LIVE, and do it right this time. How? I don’t know how to live either, I’m just improvising.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">But, from the little I know from life, I can tell you that the secret is not to stop, to know who you are, always be yourself, and to have someone who loves you because of it… So that when the last day of your existence comes, you will take a look behind and, watching it all, say: “Oh, my God, what a wonderful life”… and, only then, PEACE.</span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1423816093008162395.post-11359095686070426342010-10-10T08:47:00.000-07:002010-10-10T08:47:38.659-07:00I'm SMALL and the world is BIG, but I'm not afraid of ANYTHING<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I will use the first entry to say to you all that I can't help you by writing in Spanish, but rather in English. This is because I study Translation and Interpretation and my English teacher wants us to write 4000 words in our own personal blog.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">So I’m also using this entry to translate a few quotes that have helped me throughout my life. Enjoy them.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Dying…if that’s the price I have to pay for living, I’ve never bought anything cheaper (vV).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Lately, I've been reflecting on Death and I’ve reached the conclusion that is our very smallest worry (Bacon).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I prefer dying standing up, than living kneeling.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"></span><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">There are just two things infinite: Universe and human stupidity, and I am not sure about the Universe (Einstein).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Do you love life? So don’t waste time, because it is what life is made of.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Who do u think would attend your funeral? It will depend on how you have lived (Coca-Cola AD).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Success is having what you desire; Happiness is desiring what you have.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Life is several blows, and just one is Death (Miguel Hernández).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Beauty isn't based on what you can create, but rather in what you are able to transmit (Txus di Felliato).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I hate what you are saying, but I will fight to my Death for your right to say it (Voltaire).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Never wear your best jeans when you go out to fight for Peace and Liberty (Henrix Ibes).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">If you cry because you have lost the Sun, the tears won’t let you to see the stars (Rabindranath Tagore).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Everybody makes mistakes. That’s why they put erasers on pencils (The Simpsons).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">In a war, the first two drops are Justice and Love (Txus di Felliato).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">There’s only one duty, being happy (Diderot).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">You're your words' slave and your silences' owner.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Half of the world has something to say, but it can’t; the other half doesn’t have anything to say, but it never shuts up (Robert Lee Frost).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I'm told: “If you see a slave who's sleeping, don't wake him up, as he could be dreaming about freedom”</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">I answer: “If you see a slave who's sleeping, wake him up and talk to him about freedom”.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">The Devil remains in details. If you don’t pay attention to them, he wins (vV).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Violence is the fear to the others’ principles. (Gandhi).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">When you’ve reached the bottom, you can only go upward.</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">Love grants people the power to destroy you (Stephenie Meyer).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">It's impossible to pass through a crowd with Truth's Flame without burning someone's beard...and you'll probably provoke a fire (Lichtenberg).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's better to keep your mouth closed and look like an idiot than to open it and clear all doubts up (Groucho Marx).</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-US" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: white;">We must forgive ourselves for everything we didn’t do well, and go ahead (vV).</span></span></span></div>Ann von Velvethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10118412020385675618noreply@blogger.com1