Friday 30 November 2007

Dalai Lama - O que mais te surpreende na Humanidade?

Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama:
- O que mais te surpreende na Humanidade?
E ele respondeu:
- Os homens... Porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde.
E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro. E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido.

Thursday 29 November 2007

Challenge of the week - Words

How many words can you do it with these letters?

NEW VOCABULARY IN ENGLISH

Example: BAR

Let's do it...

To someone special



La Luna

I remember when I met you
All the stars were hanging in mid-air
In these moments - nothing mattered
But the way you caught me in your stare
We were walking - we were talking
We were laughing about the state of our lives
How our fates brought us together
As the moon was rising in your eyes

On and on the night was falling
Deep down inside us
On and on a light was shining right through

Ah la luna la luna
The night that we fell under the spell of the moon
Ah la luna la luna
The light that will being me back to you
The light of la luna

In the hotels, in the cafes
All the world was made with romance
In the harbor moonlit water
All the ships were swaying in a dance
Then you held me and you kissed me
And I knew I had to be with you
You didnt ask me you just took me
To the tiny bed in your tiny room

On and on the band was playing
A song of surrender
On and on the sun would soon break thru

Now I walk along the streets of marseilles
The winter sky is cold and gray
And I dont know why I left you that day
And I dont know where you are

Belinda Carlisle

Friday 23 November 2007

Student's poems



Some works of my students - 9º A - Externato Verney


She is really fat
and is being depressed
Don't be so sad
Maybe she deserves that
Looking to the past
Crying, thinking and dying

Her name is sadness
Sometimes beautiful, sometimes ugly.
She doesn't care about her
She just has hope
To come back to life


Poem written by
Daniela Santos
Mariana Silva
Sara Santos


Young girl at the green window
looking calm, relaxed and sad
watching a boat
sailing by the blue sea
sailing the blue sea
standing
maybe
thinking
a thinker
relaxing and dreaming
I would think she is a dreamer
clouds are covering the mountain
inside the house
grey curtains
her pure white dress
her dark hair.


Poem written by
Ana Catarina
Frederico Alves

Challenge of the week - Create an Ad

This week challenge is easy. All you have to do is to create an Ad. And what is an ad? Ad = Advertisement. So, you have a video and also a picture. All you have to do is to create an Ad to the picture given according to the idea of the video. Are you up to it? I hope so... I think so... so let's work...



Tuesday 20 November 2007

"I'm sorry"



Tommy Reeve - I'm Sorry


I know I wasn´t there
When you needed me the most
I know I didn´t care
And was afraid to get so close
Tonight it´s getting hard to fall asleep
Cause it´s becoming clear that I broke all into pieces
And I can not reverse it
So I´ve got one more thing to say

I´m sorry for your pain
I´m sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn´t know
I´m sorry for the words I didn´t say
But what I still do
I´m still loving you

I know I let you wait
I´ve been away for far too long
But now I can relate
To everything that I did wrong
Stop breathing when I think I´m losing you
And there´ll be no excuse so I´m on my knees
So listen please
Let me hold your hand once again

I´m sorry for your pain
I´m sorry for your tears
For all the little things I didn´t know
I´m sorry for the words I didn´t say
I´m sorry for the lies
I´m sorry for the fights
For not showing my love a dozen times
I´m sorry for the things that I´ve called mine
But what I still do
I´m still loving you

That´s what I will always do


To someone who is still in my heart, despite everything. I guess you are still an important part of my life.

Wednesday 14 November 2007

Something to think about - Moments



Moments
Written by Annie Tate, Sam Tate and Dave Berg
Produced by Josh Leo and Teddy Gentry

I was comin’ to the end of a long long walk
When a man crawled out of a cardboard box
Under the E Street Bridge – followed me on to it
I went out halfway across with that homeless shadow taggin’ along
So I dug for some change - wouldn’t need it anyway
He took it looking just a bit ashamed
He said you know I haven’t always been this way

I’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that plane ride, coming home from the war
That summer, my son was born
Memories, like a coat so warm the cold wind can’t get through
Looking at me now you might not know it
But I’ve had my moments

Well I stood there tryin’ to find my nerve
Wondering if a single soul on earth would care at all
Miss me when I’m gone
That old man just kept hangin’ around
Lookin’ at me, lookin’ down I think he recognized
That look in my eyes
Standing with him there I felt ashamed
I said you know I haven’t always been this way

I’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like the day I, walked away from the wine
For a woman, who became my wife
And a love that, when it was right could always see me through
Looking at me know you might not know it
I’ve had my moments

I know somewhere around a trash can fire tonight
That old man tells his story
One more time –
He says,

I’ve had my moments
Days in the sun, moments
I was second to none, moments
When I knew I did what I thought I couldn’t do
Like that cool night, on the E Street Bridge
When a young man, almost ended it
I was right there, wasn’t scared a bit
And I helped to pull him through
Looking at me now you might not know it
Oh - looking at me now you might not know it
I’ve had my moments

I’ve had my moments
I’ve had my moments
I’ve had my moments

Challenge of the week - Are you a creative mind?



You all know Garfield... or at least you should. The thing is... can you be as creative as his author and do another comic strip?

Challenge: Write your own comic strip with the same drawings... here is the sketch

Tuesday 13 November 2007

27 años... y ahora?




Me falta una semana para hacer 27 años... como el tiempo pasa... aun me recuerdo de cuando era niña y cuando decia que no queria ser mayor. Pero el tiempo pasó y ahora soy adulta y mayor y tengo que tener responsabilidades. No se si he logrado ser responsable pero lo intento. Todavia sigo siendo una niña que a veces tiene sus bromas y enojos. Lo que más deseo antes de cumplirlos? Nada... que la vida siga asi de buena conmigo aunque a veces hablo mal de ella, la verdad és que no está asi tan mal. Pero hay algo que quiero... o mejor... cosas que quiero... y esas son más dificiles de lograr... pero ya he logrado mucho... veamos :

Antes de los 27 ya logre:
- visitar dos ciudades que siempre quise conocer: Londres y Miami. Desde niña las queria conocer.
- tener mi coche que es lindo. Es algo que me alegra todos los dias.
- sacar mi carrera
- trabajar en algo que me encanta. (desafortunadamente soy una de las pocas personas que puedo decir que amo lo que hago)
- conocer a algunos actores de Telemundo, nomeadamente a Mauricio Ochmann y Khotán.

Ahora quiero más (porque siempre queremos más):

- sacar el master en los Estados Unidos
- conocer a Danna (porque ya es un sueño que tengo)
- viajar a las ciudades que aun no conozco, visitar todo lo que no conozco y saber más de cada una de ellas
- comprar mi casa (porque mis padres no tienen que ayudarme más de lo que ya me han ayudado)
- hacer algo para mejorar un poco (aunque sea muy poco) la sociedad
- hacer con que mi sobrina crezca con valores
- y más, mucho más

Lo lograré?

Sunday 11 November 2007

To my friends

When u feel like crying... call me!!!
I don't promise that I will make u laugh,
but I can cry with u. If one day u want to
run away dont be afraid to call me.
I dont promise to ask u to stop...
but I can run with u.
If one day u don't want to listen to anyone...
call me.
I promise to be there for u
but also promise to remain quiet.
But one day if u call...
and there is no answer...
come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.


I hope u all know what this means.

Friday 9 November 2007

Challenge of the week - Notting Hill



This is a part of a movie called Notting Hill... with Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. In the movie she plays the part of a famous actress and he is just a bookseller in a small city from London. They fall in love but they soon realize that being famous has consequences and they can't be together. In this part, they haven't been seeing each other for quite some time and she goes to his bookshop to say goodbye to him but she doesn't want to say goodbye... she just wants another oportunity to love. But he is afraid, afraid he gets hurt again.So he says no... they can't be together.
She feels sad with the answer and says to him ...

" Don't forget that
I'm also just a girl
standing in front of a boy
asking him to love me"

Well.. your challenge... is

To those who have seen the movie...
Choose a different ending to it...

To those who haven't seen it...
What do you think it will happen next?

Thursday 8 November 2007

I'm tired




I'm tired
By Dave Harm

I’m tired of being misunderstood,
nerves are shot,
weak – like old wood.

I’m tired of being ill,
no energy, can’t think,
losing my skills.

I’m tired of so-called friends,
stabbing me in the back,
again and again.

I’m tired of trying to make things right,
I give up – I surrender,
no will to fight.

I’m tired of seeing others in pain,
raises frustration,
drives me insane.

I’m tired of not being able to cry,
I’d melt away,
nothing left inside.

I’m tired because I can’t feel,
walking in a daze – numb
this can’t be real.

I’m tired of being “strong,”
I’m weak, I’m fragile,
its gone on way to long.

I don’t know what else to say,
I’m hoping, I’m dreaming,
I’m begging, I’m pleading,
please, take this feeling away.

Right now… I’m just tired…


Right now... it's the way I feel... tired... I know that I cannot fade away but it is hard... I'm so dead tired now...

Sunday 4 November 2007

La Ropa de Juan José Millás

Hace 10 años compré un traje oscuro
que no me he puesto nunca. Quería
comprobar si la ropa, aunque no
te la pongas, envejece. El otro día lo
saqué del armario, le quité la percha,
lo coloqué sobre la cama y advertí
con asombro que era un traje
anciano, como si alguien invisible lo
hubiera usado durante todo este
tiempo para ir a la oficina. Aunque
los hombres invisibles no deforman
los codos o las rodillas con la violencia
de los visibles, se percibía en esas
zonas un desgaste sutil. Me puso los
pelos de punta la vejez tenue de
aquel traje que no había ido nunca
al cine, que no había asistido a ningún
cóctel, que no había viajado en
el autobús o en el metro: un traje, en
fin, que sin haber corrido ningún
riesgo vital, estaba evidentemente
cansado y listo para el ataúd.
Pensé de nuevo en la idea de que
lo hubiera usado un sujeto invisible.
Imaginé la posibilidad de que durante
todos aquellos años, mientras yo
leía, escribía o dormía, se hubiera
desprendido de mí una versión incorpórea
que había utilizado el traje.
Una chaqueta y unos pantalones
bien moldeados pueden funcionar
como una prótesis corporal para alguien
descarnado. Sin facilitar las
prestaciones de un organismo completo,
proporcionarían a un hombre
sin cuerpo una sensación de volumen.
Pero la ropa, en lo que tiene de
ortopedia, resulta un poco triste.
De pequeño, leí un cuento cuya
acción transcurría en una ciudad
donde los trajes salían a pasear
solos, sin nadie en su interior, los
domingos por la tarde. Impresionaba
imaginar las plazas y las avenidas
de aquella ciudad.
Mi traje, sobre la cama, parecía
sacado de aquel cuento. Te lo imaginabas
en el casino, departiendo con
otros trajes de su calidad (clase media),
soñando quizá con tener más
algodón, o menos fibra, y se te encogía
el alma de lástima. A lo mejor le
habría gustado ir en alguna ocasión
al tinte. Hurgué en sus bolsillos, por
si hubiera en ellos alguna nota, alguna
moneda, algún billete de metro o
autobús, pero no hallé nada. Finalmente,
lo colgué de nuevo de la
percha y volví a guardarlo en su sitio
porque no se me ocurría qué otra
cosa podía hacer con él (o por él). Y
ahí sigue, haciéndose mayor, víctima
del tiempo oscuro que discurre dentro
de los armarios.

Saturday 3 November 2007

Danna Garcia



Danna Garcia


Yeah... I know... Many of you would ask me... but who is she? Well... two years ago I would ask the same but right now she is the person I admire the most. She is a great Colombian actress who just through her look can say it all. Amazing right? But that is the way she is, she acts. Till I met her, I never admire anyone (at least not that I don't know) but now it's different. I really admire her, besides the beauty she isn't like other actors who became like crazy once they have fame. She doesn't like to talk about her personal life and the best part is that we don't know lot of it, because we don't have to. Being a fan is just that... adore the way she is, the way she acts and don't care about her personal life. Most fans don't know that... and they tend to exagerate... looking for personal facts. I just hope one day, Danna sees that we, her fans, are good people.