Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Mcdonalds Job In Brampton

The greengrocer


And I care a king

blame me if the people are great and I love them.
Village Voice, a voice from heaven,
if no other law that are
works that have to talk.

're pretty and you are not married.
You're pretty and you are not married. Some defect
you have found. Some defect
you have found.

And I
matter what the fuck I tell these people what you
if you know it.
Let them talk if they want to come
time and
put things where they belong.

By God I pray, I pray God,
by God I pray, I pray God,
never say that I've loved,
do not go telling the world that I loved you.

The greengrocer brought me to my peppers.
Let me bring them in motion.
Let me bring them in motion.


Year two thousand and seven Planets released their "space Legend" and include a mirabrás , the song is called "The greengrocer ." Curious topic: Contains the worst thing you can say to a girl, but Where does that of mirabrás? Well, some believe that etymologically phonetic deformation of "Look, Blas" or "Look and see." Another belief is that the first was known mirabrás included that word without meaning. Moreover, the letter of The Planets comes from other verses which is known also accruing:

I do not mind a king
blame me,
if the people are great and I payable,
people's voice, voice from heaven.
And true that they are living works,
with mirabrás.
Ties hair.
Ties hair.
with a strand of black thread.


believed to come from the land of Cadiz at the time of Parliament by the standoff between the power of the people and the king's power. In general, little is known about these verses exactly as they belong to a very deep and popular culture that few data have been collected. Still, many have adapted some lyrics to his song: Manolo Caracol , Rafael Romero, Antonio Mairena , Barbate Child ...
References
folcloreyflamenco.com and sad and blue.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Watch Free Bangbros Megavedio

odious comparisons

Your hair is short ...
like me.
are so many things in common
we have:
He is dark, I have a few lights
,
The moves against the wind
subtle and soft, melodious.
I go on my own, clumsy and rough to the touch,
unrhythmicity.
The two rebel firm before you,
impossible to tame in the morning,
twisted, unstable, capricious ... The

there in your head ...
And you here in mine ...

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Burton Bindings Canada

Nanas de la cebolla



Onion
is frost shut in and poor. Frost

your days and my nights.
Hunger and onion, black ice and frost

large and round.

in the cradle of
my child was hungry.
onion blood
breastfeeding.
But your blood sugar frosted
,
onion and hunger.

A dark woman
resolved
moon pours
thread by thread over your cradle. Laugh
boy
you swallow the moon
when necessary.

Lark of my house,
laugh a lot.
laughter in your eyes
light of the world. Laugh

both in the soul, to hear, whisk
space.

Your laughter frees me, raise me
wings. Solitudes
me away, I started
prison. Boca
flying, heart

flashes on your lips.

Your laugh is the most victorious sword
,

winner of flowers and the larks. Rival
sun.

Future of my bones and my love.

The flesh fluttering,
sudden the lid, and child

ever colored. Goldfinch

goes back much, flap,
from your body!

woke up to be a child;
never wake up. Sad I
mouth. Laugh
forever. Always

cradle
defending laughter feather by feather.

a flight so high,
so wide that your body seems

sky hovering.
If I could go back to the origin

your career!


the eighth month with five orange blossoms. With five little

atrocities. With five teeth

as five teenagers
jasmine.


frontier of kisses will be tomorrow, when the teeth

feel a weapon. Feel a fire

teeth running down the center
looking. Fly

child in the chest twice
moon.
He thought onion. You
satisfied.
Do not collapse.
not know what happens or what happens
.



Miguel Hernández, Orihuela, a poet seated by Damaso Alonso in the generation of 27, a soldier, in love and idealistic. Triplet die for disease contracted in prison (tuberculosis, typhus and pneumonia).
The poem, the lullabies of the onion, written during the prison is uan song to his son he decided to write after reading a letter he sent his wife telling him she could not breastfeed the baby because he ate only bread and onions.
Mr. Hernandez's history is long and gently sloping, and I would write at length about it, but in the next post, where another poemilla colagaré his that I like. Without further ado, Greetings sinduendos.
PD: a literary analysis would not be bad for comment.

Brent Everett Shaving

A professional cultural diffusion

INTERVIEW WITH LUCIANO ANTONIO MARTÍNEZ
Director of the Cervantes Institute in Rio de Janeiro

By Daniella Wagner

The largest four brothers and one sister, the Director of the Cervantes Institute in Rio de Janeiro, Antonio Martínez Luciano, was born in Alicante. He studied history at the Autonomous University of Madrid. This was just the first trip outside their region. In 1985 he moved to New York to work for an NGO that organized exchanges between American and English students.

When he entered the Instituto Cervantes in 1993, went to Manila as the first Director of the Institute in the Philippines, the only one in Asia at that time. In 1998 he returned to Madrid and worked in the headquarters of this institution, organizing cultural activities. Later he returned to New York to manage the restoration work of the center of Instituto Cervantes. Before arriving in Rio, Antonio was 2003 to 2008 in Morocco Director of Cervantes in Casablanca.

In the interview he gave to the insistent, Antonio spoke about the role of the Instituto Cervantes in teaching English on the importance of dialogue between cultures and what he scored on his experience around the world. He also stressed the loyalty of students from the Rio and found that awaits a date in the agenda of Prince Philip, patron of the Instituto Cervantes, to officially open the new headquarters in Botafogo.

What caught more attention of the cultures that have had contact?
Most interesting was my first destination in Cervantes, because before I was moved more by the Western world. In the Philippines, although it was a English colony, only the educated upper classes with the Dominicans and Augustinians, who were those who taught in English. As the monks did not want to be educated too the people and was a rural society, religious prefer to learn the native language. In the Philippines there are more than 100 dialects and the most common is Tagalog, a local language. Then, when it began envagelización, Tagalog incorporated English words. It is very interesting because three words is a word in English. For example, the numbers and the label associated with the act of eating. They had no plates, cups, knives, forks , all say they think it's in English Tagalog. They have 40 000 English words in Tagalog. English is not the official language, but the funny thing is that the entire Constitution, all legal books, law, laws in the Philippines are written in English. The last English colonies that became independent at the end of the nineteenth century, were Cuba and the Philippines.

From Casablanca to Rio de Janeiro, what significant differences between the two cities?
are two different worlds, two opposing worlds, two cultures, two ways of thinking. It's hard to say because curiously Morocco very close to Spain, but we divide the Strait of Gibraltar, which is 14 kilometers. But the cultural, social, economic, are huge. I think that's difficult to live in a Muslim country the day to day, everyday, because you have to respect certain customs, ideas that, if no-one is complicated. There are many things that have to do with, for example, the role of women in Arab society, which is not at the same level of equality of men. In Rio, there's all this nature, the beauty, culture. Although far from Spain, Rio is much closer to us than Morocco, which is close geographically, but culturally away.

How do you see the participation of the Instituto Cervantes in our community?
Rio is a city that has a great cultural tradition, a number of established cultural icons, for example, theaters, the Teatro Municipal, traditional cultural centers like the Centro Cultural Banco do Brasil, an entire cultural infrastructure. How space can work as Cervantes? I think that in a society, in a contemporary culture, we must work to break stereotypes. This is one of the most fundamental issues, many times the impression that Spain has a Brazilian, a carioca, is this culture of Beach, the Rio has the impression that English is to the traditions of the bulls ... this is not good. The Institute should always encourage dialogue, we should try to talk to different cultural views. We try our cultural activity is this dialogue.

The new headquarters
today What are the general activities of the Instituto Cervantes?
We are not an academic institution, we are a cultural center. You have to make a difference. The Institute's activities in general in all countries in the areas nonacademic activities; in Spain says formal education. The Institute can help, a professor who specializes in new technologies can provide a refresher course, a training course at a university on time. And, to the extent that the associations of teachers want, support their studies in English in their curriculum, with multimedia materials, with the DELE exams.

What is the orientation of the Cervantes Institute to teach English?
I think there is a broader view, because English is English to teach the standard. The advantage that English has the same grammar that can have words and accents. That's why so I think there are only two languages \u200b\u200bthat have this international, English and English. I think it is very important to bring the values \u200b\u200bof the cultures, peoples and countries that speak English. Not only do those activities to come from Spain. Argentine cinema because there is a very important and the best for the Rio is more interesting to know what makes the neighboring Uruguay. The Institute attempts to show the international, universal English.

is said that Brazil is now a countries where the study and use of English is growing fast. Is there statistical numbers on this? Yes
did a study on the development of English in Brazil last year that is published in the Yearbook English in the world , the Instituto Cervantes. Brazil is the country with the largest number of Instituto Cervantes in the world (currently nine).

How many students have the Cervantes de Rio de Janeiro?
The Rio Cervantes has little more than two thousand students, but always differentiate student enrollments, because a person can study various courses. It's funny and I think is interesting in many countries what happens is that many students starting in the early stages then after 30, 60 or 90 hours, give up. In Rio, the level of loyalty among students is very high compared to other schools. So I think these initiatives are important because they must find ways where they not only learn English in the classroom, but through the activities to study and learn English in other contexts.

How did the use of new technologies in teaching English? Do you think that helps in the development of students? How the Cervantes Institute applies?
The Institute has made a big investment in new technologies and equipment. ICT allows us to travel, have everything close, access to information, documentation, support for the lectures. Talk about a documentary, a film, a virtual tour, a dialogue ... I think that every time we move further through video conferencing in real-time communication. Now for example we try
all classrooms have computers for the teacher to work directly on interactive whiteboards. We must increasingly balance the use of the physical book with Internet, with blogs. Respect

blogs, How do you see the initiative of the persistent ?
is an initiative, a wonderful idea. I think it's one of the first blogs I've seen in the Institute is well done, it is fun and interesting, giving the opinion of people. I invite you to be more critical - they have to do that in Spain we like to be critical, constructive criticism - contributing ideas, invite others to participate ... I think it's an initiative that unites.

Cervantes Institute in 2003 began developing an extensive program of cultural activities. Can you highlight some of those?
I can talk about recent years, we have done since we arrived. exposure cartels Civil War in the National History Museum last year was interesting because besides showing a very important stage in the history of Spain while there was also an exhibition of photographer Pierre Verger, Andalucía in 1935, which was also a very direct view of life and poverty in Andalusia just the year before the war. Then I also think it was strange, so bizarre, this year's exhibition of photographs by Juan Rulfo, who is better known as Mexican writer. It was interesting for many Rio intellectuals because they knew this side of him as a photographer.

The headquarters is now at a five-story building, in Botafogo, with ample space for classrooms, library, auditorium, exhibition hall. How is the responsiveness of the community?
Headquarters was not officially opened yet, because the centers of the Institute are normally opened by Prince Philip, who is patron of the Institute. The center was only open for activities. It is slow work because there are many people who believe that the Institute is only in the center. Most interesting to me is that we have a showroom in the earthy because he spends a lot of people on this street. If you are 15 or 20 people a day, and the exhibition is 30 days, are 600 people who have come here, we have known a little. We must make a greater effort to diversify the students, students who have English. This summer we have courses for children. There are also agreements with companies and we want to develop it in Botafogo where many business centers, and at least three English companies.

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Security Light With Motion Sensor Diagram

end of year celebration

Last December 11, the Cervantes Institute in Rio de Janeiro held its year-end celebration with presentation of certificates to students who have completed their courses. The coordinator of the electronic magazine The insistent, Daniella Wagner took the opportunity and submitted to all the experience and, most importantly, they were invited to participate. Lee to follow the text and animated also be one of the persistent !


This is the story of the insistent. When we finished our regular course, in 2008, asked the Cervantes Institute to establish a course for further study and maintaining contact with the English language. So two years ago we started a course in six modules with topics as diverse as "grammar", "English through Film," "talk, debate and argue "with texts by contemporary English authors," language and culture through music, "" gender discourse in English, "until we reach the English and new technologies." That's when we started doing the blog .

The insistent with Joan, and Bethlehem
"The old guard" is how we are introduced to new students Professor Joan Maresma, we accompanies long ago. is that, really, we are here since 2004. In addition, after we saw in film class The Holy Innocents, we discovered a better nickname for our group: The insistent, or better said, those who never leave the Instituto Cervantes.

The blog's insistent infected us soon. Writing texts, joint corrections of errors, the selection of links, pictures and videos to publication, all that is cause for satisfaction because we are always learning, and above, we had fun ... The

insistent has become an electronic journal open to all students of the Instituto Cervantes in Rio de Janeiro. Alumni are also very welcome. The idea is to use Internet tools for the English can be a living language for us, Brazilian learners of this culture that we love. We also have an official Facebook page, where we already have over 60 fans. We

_ Alan, Alfredo, Ana, Carol, Laura, Victor and I _, we are proud that the electronic journal The insistent is growing slowly, even with the participation of new partners, the brave Bianca Stamato , Lívia Guimarães Duarte and Herbert, and also a former student, Fernanda Godoy, that is our correspondent in New York.

more insistent ...
... are coming
The truth is we're trying to do it the best way possible. And when we think we done well, our core enthusiast, Professor Belén García Llamas, invents something different and challenges us once again.

Hence we interviewed the director of the Cervantes Institute in Rio de Janeiro, Antonio Martínez Luciano, who will open a new section in the insistent, the interviews. And also interviewed the new cultural manager, Naomi Oliva García-Baquero.

has been and continues to be a great experience!

Therefore, we invite other students from the Cervantes Institute in Rio de Janeiro to participate in this magazine is not just ours. And especially to you who you form today, Do not consider your day ended here. What ye yourselves from The emphasis on learning English. I hope.

Thank you all!

Friday, December 10, 2010

Difference Mino Ultra Flip

"Mes que un club"

Herbert
Guimarães
What to expect on Monday? The first working day of the week in general is boring, no motivation for anything. But on Monday, November 29 was very different. First

a day because of the Liga, as parties often spend Saturdays and Sundays. But not only that was weird, the strangest was a Barcelona x Real Madrid match on Monday.


Maybe the football gods have chosen a date uncommon to give us a great game, it was a great display of Barca. Nobody anywhere in the world imagine that "Barça" would win so easily, with five goals up! But goals were a detail, since the club played in a imnotizadora, while the Madrid match their defense, also, when a device ignores the class of the "Blaugrana" and tries to address them as equals, his death is written before that the referee blows the whistle starting the match.

also Messi and his companions did not lose the opportunities created and made everyone feel happy Barca. What impressed was the quality of touch on the ball of the Catalan team. We, Brazilians, like we played good football. I enjoyed the game, and how Barça Madrid humiliated by the Portuguese Cristiano Ronaldo and Jose Mourinho. They were very confident that they had a computer at the same level of Barça, but the truth is that they have much yet.


Well, after a game like this, I hope that Barca continue practicing their beautiful football and we provide other Monday so special. I admire all the work they do from the quarry, its organization and its "cracks."

can really say is "more than a club."

* Go
a television report about the party and the statements of some players and coaches Pep Guardiola, the Barcelona and Jose Mourinho, Real Madrid.



Editor's note:
Some words are in Catalan:
Barça - affectionate nickname Barcelona team
Culés - buff , Barça fan of
Blaugrana - Blue scarlet colors Barça
"Mes que un club" - team slogan means "More than a club"

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Pokemon Numbers 1- 150

Japan: Prints from another planet

Lívia Duarte


Reaching Japan is like landing on another planet, where there are also human, but much more modern, but live with their ancient culture. In twelve days of life on this planet, I saw that everything is a surprise.

hair tips that are full of men, style "I'm still a little girl in uniform college" girls and shoes much larger than the feet that carry all. Everything is a matter of attention, every detail every day, every smile that open when we deliver a card or key.

tiny style
I also was intrigued by the large number of private clubs and prostitutes in Sakae in Nagoya, or the fact that although is economic power in the world, hardly anyone speaks English. Swirl of images in which everything changes - because the alphabet is not the alphabet and writing them is for us to picture - or need to talk.

Japan The planet is overpopulated and it works like clockwork. Everything is timely: the people, the nineteen Tokyo subway lines, the closing time of the breakfast room. Do not try asking "five little minutes more." None. But if a detail goes wrong, there is total despair in the air. The faces, closed. All go crazy until everything is perfect again.'s When the smile again Japanese face. That's what I had said, and then when they found my reservation at the airport, I saw is true.

Of the customs of Japan, know that business cards are the rule. I think kids and dogs just do not. You should know that they are not given to someone with one hand, or with some haste. You have to give everything with two hands, a smile and looking at the face who looks forward to receiving and rushing off to the next engagement. For all are available for five seconds but seemed five hours: that is the Western impatience. It seemed that no one lives without courtesy or cordiality. It is the most polite and caring to be, even without touching hands.


with a German friend and no tour guides was possible to observe a lot, understand little and create many theories about the Japanese lifestyle. Therefore, take little account of what I'm counting.

Nagoya Castle
Nagoya City I met a lot more work - I can best describe the convention center and the circle line metro the streets around my hotel -. The city is very clean, but in general the buildings are gray, straight, unattractive. The buildings of the oldest parts of Tokyo are equal. This is the case of the Asakusa district, where he was staying. But there are so many people, so, so! Not needed beautiful buildings if there are so many people to look down the street.

After losing thousands of times, the meter can always reach any site: the modern streets of Ginza, full of famous shops where you can spend all lottery winnings in one day, the Tsukiji fish market to watch the incredible work and more organized chaos around the world, the huge Shibuya crossing their currencies and thousands of young people around. Nijubashi, the emperor's palace, is also close to the Marunouchi subway, with its bonsai garden with a normal size tree.

down again If you can exit the subway in Shijuku to see the city towers above the government building. From there you can see Mount Fuji, (but I do not, because it rained every day!). From Tokyo also worth the trip by train to Nikko. Full of ancient temples, this is a site almost indescribable. And in autumn there are out there yellow or red trees are beautiful, magical.

sure there's much more to say and you can write a whole novel in thirty hours by plane. Take time out of a crazy and beautiful world like Japan.

Friday, December 3, 2010

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I do not know what we want

I do not know what to do,
or nay, nor do I think
. I changed the

breathe sigh
and why breathing.
And you wonder: Why
why not change sigh
directly?

But,
have not told you I do not know what I do,
or what I say,
or what I think? Blog


Ana Velez

Parts For Ambico V-0552 Tripod



I became older. I notice when walking, working, to dream, by showering and even breathing. And not me. Begin to be two. However I individualize. I almost, almost, as the marriage of mother and father (two in one, one composed of two physical entities). They love each other and, reflectively. So. So are you turning to another and first person plural pronoun. You make me smile and my discomfort is wildly your sorrow.

want if you do not know if you'll like it. I do not know if you will. I do not know if you will read it anyway. I just want to say that for me, nos. Would like to make you understand I do not want to leave my side. Well, I would be stuck to one corner pared.Con free to will. The other is yours now. Sorry, is ours.

some time ago talking with a friend who claimed to have experienced his coming of age alongside their actual sexual onset. Others, as stipulated by law, the reach to a particular numerical figure in national identity. And in my case, it is at this point: When the bow priorities and your happiness is part of my joy. I love to watch you sleep as well (not that I want to leave out the idea.)

have bulging eyes and my soul shattered scattered about your knowledge. Your lips are certifying my animal nature. And your hands are melting my ice cubes in hot blood.

And it is funny because although I'm embarrassed, I can not help it. Go down the street, being in college, lie on the bed, wash up daily and even enjoy every breath of air with your presence in my senses and believed.

And it is more outrageous if possible, because every morning dawns with my head larger or more distributed your presence. No explanation but, to notice when walking, working, to dream, to take a shower and even to breathe every time I notice you close and complete.

I discovered that this wanting to be like a tree that never ceases to grow if it remains watered each day with love and wisdom (the latter with human exceptions). I am older, I started to harvest and I won the daily bread, but the food of my thoughts.

(We want)

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Sonnets I, II and III

Sonnet I

The icy wind brushed his hair full of glitter
and whiteness,
dared not kill his spell, his tenderness,
its lights, its beauties, its Flash: Spotted

hail was more beautiful
purer than snow when pure,
descends from the heavens, height,
as clear as the sun shines in your neck.

years struck him, the race
the rapid run toward the gap, but not lost
light of their joy.

Their laughter, spring flowering,
flowed like, fast in the river water in its
run, ice and cold.




Sonnet II saw an angel in the eyes
child of that old sweet and affectionate,
more beautiful than the dawn
lazy when his voice went out at dawn.

In his snowy white hair
struck the shining color of the rose,
and brown eyes made her look beautiful
of light, haunted soul.

As a child I saw in your face the sweetness of that old
which, thankfully,
lovingly kissed on the cheek.

Her voice full of tenderness he spoke, always friendly
in tone suspended
showing, with love, their simple soul.


Sonnet III

The ruffled edge of a coral sea and sky
assaulted, pure and clear, swift
that horse that haunted
air brush is made crystal clear.

and find, to advance on the road, without a voice
twilight, a golden sea,
and could rest, and tired,
your breath, steady yesterday, today pilgrim.

Night
long-lasting wine with the dawn, stealing the day,
its light, its brilliance, all the beauty:

My chest is light, and wherever, will enlighten
when cold, you stalk
without shame, the dark night.


2005 © José Ramón Muñiz Álvarez
"The Bells of Death"
First part: "Archers of dawn"
All rights reserved by the author.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Baby Sensitive Stomach

Literary Contest XVII National University of Sevilla



Three
thousand euros in prize money by type (novel, poetry and drama). The contest ends on November 27, two thousand ten. Presentation of the works through http://www.cicus.us.es/


bases.



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Poem Requesting Money Instead Of Birthday Gifts

Elegy Ignacio Sánchez Mejías

Yesterday I was lucky to find a copy of the magazine Mercurio, here's the digital version, which dealt with the subject "Poetry of flamenco" starting with an interview with Enrique Morente and following several articles that tell the obligatory presence of poetry in flamenco, great articles to plunge into these two arts.

Reading "From time to check flamenco hand to poetry, which begins the chronology of the book" Cante flamenco "of Demófilo , father of the Machado brothers (who established the study of flamenco, flamencology) I was pleasantly surprised to find that Gabriela Ortega, dancer and singer recorded the elegy "Lament for Ignacio Sánchez Mejías" -cry to his uncle, written by Lorca, which for me is the most amazing elegy / visceral / beautiful I've ever read. The

Next was searching the Internet, strangely no trouble finding me recording in EP. Superb work by Federico García Lorca recited magnificently by a great singer.

Gabriela Ortega was born in Seville in 1915 in a family fraught with brothers and uncles art bullfighters, flamenco singers cousins \u200b\u200b(Manolo Caracol) and all closely related to Federico García Lorca. Was ordered into exile thus expanded the Flemish South America, returned to Spain and died in 1995.

In the same article, on the issue of exile, told Matilde Coral censors attending their performances, I asked who were the lyrics of their songs to which I replied I did not know, that everyone sang, not to say that poets were censored during the regime.

PS: The video is not the action of the elegy to Ignación Sánchez Mejías.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Buenos Aires Halal Restaurants

Double Poem of Lake Eden







my old voice was ignorant of the dense
bitter juices.
The soothsayer
licking my feet wet in the fragile ferns. Oh

ancient voice of my love, oh
voice of my truth, my voice
ay open side, when all the roses
flowed from my tongue
and lawn impassive teeth did not know the horse!

're here drinking my blood , drinking my mood
heavy child, as my eyes
break in the wind
with aluminum and the voices of drunks.


door Let me go where Eve and Adam eat ants
dazzled fertile fish.
Let me go, man with the horns of the forest
stretched alegrísimos
and jumps.

I know the wider use
secret pin that has an old rusty
and I know the horror of waking eyes
on the concrete surface of the plate.

I do not want or dream world, divine voice,
want my freedom, my human love
in the darkest corner of the breeze that nobody wants.
My human love! Those dogs

pursue marine and wind stalks
logs neglected. Oh
old voice, burning your tongue
this voice and talc tin!

I mourn because I feel like crying children
as the last bank
because I'm not a man or a poet, not a leaf, but a pulse
wounded things probing the other side. I mourn

saying my name,
pink, child and fir on the shore of this lake,
to speak my truth as a man of blood
killing me the mockery and the suggestion of the word.

No, no, I do not ask, I desire, my voice
freed me lick your hands.
In the maze of screens is my bare moon
receiving punishment and encenizado clock.

So I spoke. So when I spoke
Saturn
trains stopped and the mist and Sleep and Death were looking for me. I was looking

where cows moo with paws and
page where fleet balances my body between opposites.

Some pictures I've searched the internet to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhere Federico García Lorca was inspired, in this case in Vermont (Canada). Poetry Poet in New York.



Thursday, September 2, 2010

What Are The Effects Of Whippets

Dance me to the end of love Little Viennese Waltz


Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me
-through the panic 'til I'm Safely Gathered in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to
the end of love Dance
me to the end of love


Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love Dance

me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance
-through the panic till I'm
Gathered Safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the
end
of love Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Along with "In my secret life " my favorite song by Don Leonard Cohen, enjoy it as I do, I love it.

the video here.

And as for the beautiful picture: The singing butler, a picture of and contemporary Scottish painter Jack Vettriano , an artist who deserves to be known, I invite you to browse through some of his works. The painting, encourages narrative and is just perfect for the song. In this may sound, "Fly me to the moon" or even "Moon River"

No more, no less a verse and a greeting Sinduendos .


"And perhaps you and I are kissing in the rain,
always thought was overrated ...
And so,
More
still do not leave"

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Calories And Sugar Cookies

bulerías


In Vienna there are ten girls,
a shoulder to cry on
death and a forest of dried pigeons. A fragment
am
in the museum of winter frost.
There is a lounge with a thousand windows.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz with the mouth closed.

This waltz, this waltz,
self, death and
brandy that dips its tail in the sea.

I love you, love you, love you,
with the armchair and the book of death down the melancholy hallway
,
in the dark attic of the lily,
in our bed
moon and dance the turtle dreamed of.

Ay, ay, ay, ay! Take this waltz
broken waist.

In Vienna there are four mirrors
where your mouth and play echoes. One death

piano that paints little boys blue.
There are beggars on the roof,
There are fresh garlands of tears.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz that dies in my arms.

Because I love you I love you, my love,
in the attic where children play, dreaming ancient lights

Hungary through the noise, the balmy afternoon, seeing sheep and irises

snow through the dark silence of your forehead.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!
Take this waltz of "I love you always."


In Vienna I will dance with you in a costume that has
river head. Look
shores I have hyacinth!
I will leave my mouth between your legs,
my soul in photographs and lilies,
and in the dark wake of your footsteps
love, my love, my love, leave,
violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons.

"Little Viennese Waltz" is a poetry of "Poet in New York" found in the ninth paragraph "Escape New York ". Nice, right? In another post there was talk of shrimp and its work based on the work of Federico García Lorca. If we stop to think, we realize that Federico García Lorca is the most famous poet in Spain, it is obvious that his work will inspire many musicians in the country. But so was?

Let's start ... In the same inning in which he spoke of shrimp was also introduced to Enrique Morente for their collaboration with Planets in "The Legend of space." Planets in this sense it was not innovative, it was Nick Lizard, the most important group Granada movement of the early nineties, he made a full album with Enrique Morente as a fusion of flamenco, and not to independent pop like planets but with a dirty rock and accelerated some call trash metal, this disco-bright-called Omega , is completely based on the work of Federico García Lorca and the second cut is version of "Little Viennese Vasl. Enrique Morente and Nick told Lizard with other well known artists such as Tomatito, which spoke David-o Vicente Amigo. The cover was:



Below is written "Sing to Federico García Lorca and Leonard Cohen " already mentioned some of Leonard Cohen on the blog, is a famous singer but why Nick Lizard Morente and flamenco tone reciting poems by Federico García Lorca Leonard Cohen sing? For Leonard Cohen sings Lorca and well before that Morente ( I'm your man, 1988). The truth is that some issues of Omega are interpretations of Cohen songs, which in turn are based on poems by Federico García Lorca. The Omega playlist is: Omega


Little Viennese Waltz (Take this waltz)
The pastor bobo
Manhattan (First we take Manhattan)
Dawn in New York
Priests (Priest)
girl drowned in the well
Adam
Vuelta a walk
Waltz on the branches
Hallelujah (Halleluyah No. 2)
Standard paradise for blacks
City sleepless
East and West

the list we see that there are songs sung by Leonard Cohen , which are those that are in parentheses. As an anecdote, while not mean much, Leonard Cohen named his daughter Lorca. We appreciate the significant role played by Federico García Lorca out to Cohen, but ... Is that all?

In 1986 he released an album called "Poets in New York " in tribute to Federico García Lorca, after fifty years of his death, the playlist and the musicians who composed each:

Take this waltz - Leonard Cohen
Norma i paradis - Lluis Llach
Grido to Rome - Angelo Branduardi
Birth of Christ - Victor Manuel
Your Childhood in Menton - David Broza
Murder - Paco Lucia and Pepe de Lucia
A Aurora - Raimundo Fagner and Chico Buarque
are blacks in Cuba - George Moustaki and Mikis Theodorakis
Unsleeping city - Donovan
Kleines Unendlich Gedicht - Manfred Maurenbrecher
Ode to Walt Whitman - Patxi Andion

In short, Federico García Lorca is known not only and admired in Spain, is a recognized poet in capitals around the world and much loved outside our country. You can not imagine the roots that have created their work and how they have caught many artists who are paying tribute.





Dedicated to David, which ultimately is very flamenco, luck with the exams.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Thank You Note To Surgeon

Jazz Competition



my jazz sounds out of breath, my jazz sounds
bulerías Bringing
dirt, salt and dance Carrying
simple joy.

Hold on to my jazz root, the veins Feel
ripping poetry, free jazz
My love, my jazz playing cards nitrate and
And forget me in another life.

friendly pat the fears, scream and preach
the zagalillas:
"While time passes, but the dust would
, Elf
overflow Swing Life"
Keyboards
walk my pores, fertile
strings on your cheeks,
And among the fandango of our union,
Our gemio from the island. Hang

my jazz anyone
That drill back, climbing by the English,
That in your breasts hanging melody
Of race, energetic, my blood jazz,

jazz My pleasure, my jazz por bulerias,
Ay! No love my jazz, my jazz to "never too late"
And forget about forgetting to remember in another life.



Jazz fusion is a musical full of surprises, I recently discovered two discs produced by Michel Camilo and Tomatito sublime that I have found, adding that I'm trying to read Lorca I study and study "mu flamenco" I lately. Here
one of my favorite songs of these two albums called by the order of publication, respectively, "Spain" and "Spain again."

The quality of songs is more than confirmed, is energetic music, enveloping and very "race."
With much more to say about these previous albums but soon, a greeting without elves.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Award Winning Hair Clips For 2010

IX

Ninth Edition of the contest for Andalusia between ten and twenty years. You can participate in forms of narrative, poetry and short stories.

bases leave everything very clearly ... Or not (do not know what to believe of paragraphs 5 and 7).

to participate!

Sunday, August 15, 2010

What Does Ringworm Look Like Wrestler

new writers Andalusian poetry, flamenco and other ...


Arlequín:

El sueño va sobre el tiempo
flotando como un velero.
Nadie puede abrir semillas
en el corazón del sueño.


(Se pone una careta de alegrísima expresión.)

¡Ay, cómo canta el alba! ¡Cómo canta!
¡Qué témpanos de hielo azul levanta!


(Se quita la careta.)

El tiempo va sobre el sueño
hundido hasta los cabellos.
Ayer y mañana comen
oscuras flores de duelo.

(He wears a mask of expression asleep.)

Oh, how she sings the night! How to sing!
dense anemones What up!

(He takes it.)

On the same column, embraced
sleep and time,
crosses the wail of the child,
broken the old language.


(with a mask.)

dawn Oh how she sings! How to sing!

(With the other mask.)

What thickness rose anemone!

if feigns sleep on the plain walls
time, time

makes you think that is born at that time.

Oh, how she sings the night! How to sing! What
blue icebergs up!


The third act of "So Five Years Pass" of Federico García Lorca recital begins with the character we just read Harlequin. Lorca wrote this play in 1930 (at least we know that began to write during his stay in New York ). Almost fifty years later Shrimp (just be stopped now call the island shrimp) published a masterpiece that revolutionized the world of flamenco and traditional sticks to dip into flamenco in the music of the era, combined with features styles such as jazz, blues The rock ... Shrimp gave him a new heart and new life to flamenco to " The legends of the time" work largely inspired by "So spend five years" from the very beginning (the subtitle reads "Legend of the time in three acts and five tables "). In the opening cut "The Legend of Time" which takes the same name, Shrimp offers its own version of the text of the character Harlequin above, keeping all the flavor and feeling that Lorca wanted to convey. The subject is well . The letter thus:

The dream is over time as a sailboat floating


seeds no one can open in the heart of the dream.

Time goes on sleep
sunk to the hair. Yesterday and tomorrow

eat dark flowers of mourning.

The dream is over time as a sailboat floating


seeds no one can open in the heart of the dream.

Time goes on sleep
sunk to the hair. Yesterday and tomorrow

eat dark flowers of mourning.
On the same column


sleep and time embraced the wail of the child crosses
broken the old language.

The dream is over time as a sailboat floating


seeds no one can open in the heart of the dream.

if feigns sleep on the plain walls

time time
makes you think that is born at that time.

The dream is over time as a sailboat floating


seeds no one can open in the heart of the dream.


far, how he approached other flamenco styles. Planets, Granada pop group independent who was born in 1993 decided to experiment with the reverse: Bring your indie-pop to flamenco. The result is "The Legend of space " work with title and cover are clear homages to "The Legend of Time" Shrimp. The Planet attempts to gather the most important flamenco clubs in this work dividing them into songs, even have the voice of Enrique Morente on "There must be a way" which studies the club called " Cañas." The subject is well . The letter thus:

There must be a path, a path

will take me, take me
where it can be.

If there is no way
no where to go.
will be a way
take me where I can be.

Others prefer to stay,
prefer to stay, although they can not live
. And I prefer


death rather than remain there as well.

Others prefer to stay but not to live, but can not live
.

's work The Planets is not as spectacular as "The Legend of Time" but deserves to be heard. In 2009 the project continued to produce the EP "Four sticks " of great cover much of the movie was filmed in Almeria. The EP is a tribute to Manolo Caracol, who is grandson of "Planet" (How funny) and he won a contest organized by cantejondo Manuel de Falla and Federico García Lorca (How curious.)

How little time there to make entries like this ...

How Long Does No Marks Cream Take To Work

overboard


If you really were a poet I would bite the jugular


secret keys have to throw into the sea
if you really have to jump
wood would lead into a vein.

Am I the wake of a comet, or follow my
animal instinct?
'm the worst enemy that I could find
I have a handkerchief and a knife
on the way back home again tomorrow
empty.

I lost it, and it does not matter that there are times

huts and times that you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it does not matter that there are times

huts and times that you throw it overboard.

sea waves as they break
as if we look back
like a shower of stones
or not, and never returned.

How does it feel?
I really wanted to know
and truly learned.

I lost it, and it does not matter
sometimes there's nothing overboard
and times you throw it overboard.
I lost it, and it does not matter that there are times

huts and times that you throw it overboard.

and about the image, a passage from the Bible:

"These men strove to bring back the ship to land, but could not because the sea was tempestuous increasingly against them. Then they cried to the Lord and said: "We pray now, Lord, let us not perish for this man's life or make us responsible for the innocent blood: for thou, LORD, hast done as you wanted. "They took Jonah and then threw him into the sea, and quieted the rage of the sea. These men felt great fear for the Lord, they offered a sacrifice and made vows. But the Lord had prepared a great fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was in the belly of the fish three days and three nights. "


Jonah 1, 13:17
And

Finally, the link to the song on Youtube


Sinduendos Greetings.

Saturday, August 7, 2010

01 Mustang Cylinder Order

Mil beginning, an end. Song

Al
romantic in his grave awaiting immortality
the scholar and skeptic
scratching the truth,
to Nobody, and Nothing All
the wind carry them away, forgotten and works

the cosmos remained, dissolved Statues

eternity begging
dead never die so long as the sweep

the treasure of the wise,
civilization and triviality,
are simply this: Just
Nothing and nothing else. And again maybe
ports
history, in another corner to tie, but not
flee from the tax,
to reach the desert garden,
Turning the eternal cycle ... Mil
beginning, an end.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Maxi Cosi Travel Case

winter and summer. The Song Remains

When is winter in the North Sea,
is summer in Valparaiso.
ships sounding their sirens when entering the port of Bremen
with wisps of fog and ice
in their ends, while the sloops
sunny move on the surface of the South Pacific
beautiful swimmers.

That happens at the same time,
but never on the same day.

Because when it's daytime in the North Sea mists and shadows
-absorbing remains
of dirty light-
in Valparaiso is night-shining stars
javelin throwing
asleep to the waves.

I doubt that we wanted, I was
your thoughts and my voice will
looking-back,
very close, my mouth was.
We loved her, true, and I know how:
spring, summer, suns, moons.

But never in the same day.



Song winter and summer ... sometimes enjoy getting to read or listen to some of the poems of my favorite Angel. Is one of them.

This poem can be heard on the album "word in the air" Pedro Guerra joint work with the poet.

was going to do an analysis of the poem or a text comment extensive I'm entertaining but between studying and I prefer that sometimes when people comment to our opinion is not the only one ever for the blog circuit I ended up leaving the poem waiting for a good analysis by our dear and scarce readers. Greetings

Sinduendos.

Friday, July 30, 2010

P Free Age Of Empires 1 Full Version

Stock


By singing I can not forget
Of all the bad times;
Convert under faults. Banish
vulgarity

if only for a moment
And feel that we are not dead.

is not pleasure: it is necessary.
is wind, rain and fire
Shedding all my secrets.

And I looked at the bottom of the sea,
In the mountains and the sky
The way to achieve my dreams.

found in the heart
The map of feelings.
You see ... was not that far.

is not pleasure: it is necessary.
is wind, rain and fire
Shedding all my secrets. Huffing

sunlight and thawing the brain

And feel that we are not dead

Although only a short time,
And feel that we are not dead,

my brain Thaw I am fire

And feel that we are not dead,
pouring all my secrets.


years and years, and in the end ... I always come back to Los Platero (and see that there are groups in the world) ... One group that should rendirsele walketh worship and sadly forgotten. Even

forgotten for others, they are still there for me, "pa pa good and evil"

sinduendos All can succeed, if you urge to sing.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Funny Congratulation Baby Message




You must be whether it is worth,
if you will trust me.
You have to move through the fog
to bring up the day, finally.

whole truth, all the waiting, Faucets you leave
half closed.
Stay back, leave it out
Until you open the day finally
to bring up the day.

I wondered if everything was still standing,
You who lived the life on the street.
I wondered if everything was still standing,
I told you, you know, you know ...

I have to fight
head and think with your heart.
I, that I removed all the earth
To kiss on the mouth.

I had to kill all the animals, Cassandra
10000 to bet and lost.
found a love, got married in Las Vegas,
But only was to impress.

I wondered if everything was still standing,
You who lived the life on the street.
I wondered if everything was still standing,
I told you, you know, you know ...

Today I saw a king biting sand
took him prisoner in a limousine. Blow
stock, stardust
until the day finally comes,
until it opens the day.

I wondered if everything was still standing,
You who lived the life on the street.
I wondered if everything was still standing,
I told you, you know, you know ...

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Letter To End Tenancy Template

cysts I'm A city

They told me believing I was naked and fooling others as discrete. Let me know that life is a gimmick to shape the mouth to let him pass. I covered with silk sheets to ease the transition. I eagerly crawl, however, come to think of stars flying faithful are not such.

For truly, I cover myself with disappointment and I go to the ground foraging, verging, the occasional comet. Because the urge to burn a base of sweet and kisses melt my reasoning, until there is more than a pantry full of salt and dust truths that flow through the corners. Because I delight to clean snip "decorate" my walk, when I do nothing to disguise the stones of which only fought those killed in spirit and live view.

tonight I wanted to write my story. Had in mind the real dream that I delegate to the fiction of the lack of will. I wanted to be out on the street, if I'm honest without anger, tying the beams that collapsed more than assured. I longed to run like a lynx and leave in its wake, the phrases that mark my legacy.

I still connecting to discouragement and realize that anger hurts and the pain itself is wrapped in doubt. Persist, yet, to sow seeds of "buts" consistent in fields populated with weeds. I tell myself "today as much." Solving continuous downtime hobbies gamble based on the clock, the Russian with bullets of deception.
sorry
On this and this, dreamed. The future has been in girl games to ensure millions of new toys, and friends with ties.

you know? I want to ask if you're not aware of having hidden the treasure, the only thing little cheaper in the sea of \u200b\u200byour shark. If you're so confused you do not understand if you want, you've left the key floating in a window. With a view to a night of disappointment. With tears through the streets Espedido never fired tiles.

Best're missing. The best thing is not for sale. The best thing in the end it is the best.

Here, there is no room for cowards agendas.

Here we must take risks with a desire to be scratching for trespassing wakefulness.