also us, the Argentine and Mercosur However, we feel saudades ...
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Post Prom Poconos House
Poem Natal. Vinicius de Moraes
Christmas Poem
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| Presebre, author Desconocido |
Christmas Poem
Vinicius de Moraes
For this we are made:
To remember and be reminded
To cry and to cry
To bury our dead -
So we have long arms for the farewells
Hands spoon that was given
fingers to dig the earth.
So shall our lives:
One afternoon always forgetting
A star to fade in the darkness
A path between two graves -
So we need to ensure
Talking down, tread lightly, see
night sleep in silence.
Not much to say:
A song about a cradle
A verse, perhaps, love
A prayer for those who will -
But this time do not forget
And our hearts for her
If you leave, serious and simple.
Because we were made for this:
To hope for the miracle
For the participation of poetry
to see the face of death -
Suddenly wait anymore ...
Tonight is young, from death just
born, immensely.
Christmas
Vinicius de Moraes
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Suddenly the sun rose
And the rooster crow :
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- Christ was born!
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The ox, the field lost
He let out a long-lowing:
- Where? Where?
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With its bleating shake
Light says the lamb:
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- In Bethlehem! In Bethlehem!
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Here but when, in Bray
If you hear the laughter of the donkey:
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- It was rather that I was there!
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And the parrot is cute
He began to speak: - You lie!
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The animals feather, flocking
complained protesting.
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The loft all cooed:
- Cruz credo! Cruz credo!
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Brava
The parrot starts screaming:
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- Bullshit! Arara. Yahhh!
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- Christ was born! sings the rooster.
- Where? asked the bull.
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- In a barn! - The horse
Glad snicker where he was.
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Bale lamb also:
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- In Bethlehem! Mé! In Bethlehem!
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And the animals all went
The parrot cockatiel
E, anger had given him
A very great curries.
Merry Christmas!
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Funny Non Traditional Wedding Invitation Wording
Christmas Eve. Eduardo Galeano
Fernando Silva leads the children's hospital in Managua.
Day
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| A family, 1925. Tarsila do Amaral, (Brazil, 1886-1973) |
Christmas Eve. Eduardo Galeano
On Christmas Eve, he was working late. They were sounding rockets and fireworks began to light up the sky, when Ferdinand decided to leave. At home waiting for him to celebrate.
He last walked the halls, seeing if everything is in order, and that was when he felt that some steps followed him. Cotton few steps, turned and discovered that one of the sick boy walked behind him. In the shadows recognized him. He was a child he was alone. Fernando recognized his face already marked by death and those eyes that apologizing or perhaps ask permission.
Fernando came up and touched the child with the hand
-Decile a. .. "Whispered the boy
Decile someone, I'm here.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Feline Cataracts Cost
Summer Storm. Baldomero Fernandez Moreno
stifling, humid ... heavy air, tighten and drowning ... of Suddenly the atmosphere is taking a dark tint ... darker ... I go out to the patio and watch the sky, it was dark at three in the afternoon and threatening gray clouds and scream in my ears:
stifling, humid ... heavy air, tighten and drowning ... of Suddenly the atmosphere is taking a dark tint ... darker ... I go out to the patio and watch the sky, it was dark at three in the afternoon and threatening gray clouds and scream in my ears:
Are there clothes in the rope?, Indoor putting cactus! Where is Anita?, Take it to barbecue! Shut the windows of the room !....
But I can not move or take your eyes off this spectacle of nature. Soon the water falls hard and the wind shakes the branches of trees, everything happens too fast, while I remember and recite those verses of Baldomero Fernández Moreno I learned many years ago:
Summer Storm
December, afternoon heat,
great summer storm.
Thick cloud of dust, drain
cars and autos.
tree branches on the ground, rolling grotesque
banks. Chillon
leaf dances and daily papers.
alarms in homes,
whistles, running, doors slamming ...
looks like it will fly
the people all to pieces.
four drops have fallen as well as four nails.
And the town is where I was:
quiet, cool, happy, of course ...
great summer storm.
Thick cloud of dust, drain
cars and autos.
tree branches on the ground, rolling grotesque
banks. Chillon
leaf dances and daily papers.
alarms in homes,
whistles, running, doors slamming ...
looks like it will fly
the people all to pieces.
four drops have fallen as well as four nails.
And the town is where I was:
quiet, cool, happy, of course ...
Baldomero Fernandez Moreno
is an Argentine poet born in Buenos Aires in 1886 and died in that city in 1950.
Son of English merchants, spent his childhood in Santander, on the shores of the Cantabrian Sea.
returned to Argentina, he received his doctor and at twenty he published his first book of poetry, followed then five or six publications.
Son of English merchants, spent his childhood in Santander, on the shores of the Cantabrian Sea.
returned to Argentina, he received his doctor and at twenty he published his first book of poetry, followed then five or six publications.
Sonnet
I can not let you see that tie me to your memory
blond, flowing,
fugitive in the street, silent,
me, it was power and rage.
blond, flowing,
fugitive in the street, silent,
me, it was power and rage.
I reach what I can, I doubt
and try to grab your suit, being you, beautiful, and always adhered
once pompous,
temptation here and there modesty.
and try to grab your suit, being you, beautiful, and always adhered
once pompous,
temptation here and there modesty.
Look at a cafe in the square
that transit the sun sizzles and burns
and in which everything, even a tram, it flies.
that transit the sun sizzles and burns
and in which everything, even a tram, it flies.
think of you, in your eyes, your late ... And I would like to replenish
like a candle
and I take refuge in me, coward.
like a candle
and I take refuge in me, coward.
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| Café in the Plaza. Eugene Segal. Russian painter born in 1967 |
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