viernes, 7 de agosto de 2015

Themed Post: Feist (160 words)



FEIST

I love listen music, most of the time I am with my headphones. I like to listen female singer-songwriters because I learn how sing with others techniques. Now is the turn of Feist


Feist is a Canadian indie pop singer-songwriter. Was born on 13 February 1976 in Amherst, Nova Scotia, Canada. Her parents are both artists. Her father, Harold Feist, is an American-Canadian abstract expressionist painter who taught at both the Alberta College of Art and Design and Mount Allison University in Sackville, New Brunswick. Her mother, Lyn Feist, was a student ofceramics from Saskatchewan.

She have four albums: Monarch, Let it Die, The Reminder and Metals

The last album I've been listening of Feist is Metals. The tunes on Metals are too attractive. My favourite song is Uncodiscover First, is a beautiful song with the kind of understated vocal that has led critics to wax purple in the past, but it's also in a weird time signature: it lurches, rather than flows.



Here you can listen 


Themed Post: Poetry (190 words)


She cries and her cry sneaks in through the burning city. A man has undermined a fist in her skin and thundered the  death melody she carries hidden under her cloak of winter.
Her voice, years ago, echoes as the  background music of the less sought elevator of the center of the metropolis.
Another blow dry in her face and the lip blood becomes an asteroid in the night air.
Under artificial star was shattered her meticulously ordered life in the calendar.
Another pain as nature, the instinct of the animal that escapes.
Virility as a trophy.

Wake up with the asphaltic smell assaulting her soul.
the woman
sees them all
without seeing them
floating
naked,
in the ocean
which floats
over the earth
and the menarchic blood and has built a fortress at her feet.
and the braid has become sword.
and his voice has sprouted from the underworld.
a chronic love can not stop it.

As soon as finish to resurrect herself, amid the burning city, the melody of life that has hidden under his cloak of winter is heard.

and she has given birth to herself infinite.
and she has given birth to herself invincible.

A photograph





I read the leaves of the plum (tree). I saw the grooves of a extender palm on it
There life and death in the world reads . 
We are almost the same and different of them , trees.
I look at them and they say nothing, but something they have, I can feel them next to me, they’ve got sounds are guardians. In the leaves , then there are the hands , I noticed yesterday, in the afternoon, while my camera was looking something new to be seen. I started reading the stories hidden in the leaves, as they hide in our hands. No one had ever seen them the stories are written there even before I was born, before you were born , he was born . I understood life , I understood love, I understood what no one had ever understood. Leaf says that everything is always closer to what they say. Happiness is that simple. It was all so simple, like a leaf falling from the plum and as it mutates from winter to spring


jueves, 6 de agosto de 2015

Themed/Free Post: My town

I live in a small town called El Monte



I really like to live here becouse is a place that have a lot of history 
If you want to get into the town you cross a bridge over the Mapocho River.
It is covering about 10 km from the town, crossing from east to west , from the Andes to the Pacific Ocean. One of the most visible faces of our community and the Metropolitan Region, a tributary that has marked the history of Chile over time.
In the basin of the Mapocho we can find a myriad of animals that live in the waters of the river , especially in our walk sighted , different species of birds of which the most notorious are the swallows , herons , pidenes , pallet ducks and thrushes .


Near the river californian poppies are my favourite flower.


domingo, 10 de mayo de 2015

Discrimination

All over the history of the world the humands throughout the existence of human beings in addition to inventing wonders also they invented the difference and competition , which destroys us slowly , from the silence .

Today exist miles of forms to discriminate people:

Discrimination disabled persons 
Discrimination to elderly
Discrimination to national origin
Discrimination to color
Discrimination to inmigrants
etc...

But the type of discrimination I will speak is the Female Discrimination
Therefore , I invite you:women to to think about our residence on the earth. What we are ?.What we want to be ?.Only in this waywe will be free.readthink and dont be silent.

Why?


becouse Im a woman.
becouse I was born in a world with a story written by men.
because they have not earned that privilege.

A construction on the genre that has silenced our voices for a long time.

Therefore , I invite you:women to to think about our residence on the earth. What we are ?.What we want to be ?.Only in this waywe will be free.readthink and dont be silent.




jueves, 7 de mayo de 2015

2

e x p e c t a t i o n s


When the people answer to me about the expectatives I fell a kind of trance

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 a shooting star with the posibles outcomes


Shooting Star ❤


traveling back to the future.
And I m not sure what I want at the university.


(I should kill all the expectatives)


But this semester I m sure that I wanna be happy, wanna be with my friends, wanna be drunk, wanna write, wanna sing, wanna love, wanna live.

But the most important thing what I want is:

Travel to the moon.

I present to you the moon
Spy moon
Tripped Moon
                                                   

                                                     

The moon is Earth's only natural satellite. You can watch her beautiful appearance in the sky at the day and at the night.Also you can watch how she trasmute and change her dresses along her cycle of 28 days.

Im waiting for the moment of takeoff.
It is my greatest expectation.



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 My favourite piece of technology


In first place I will defined the concept about tecnologhy

Technology can be the knowledge of processes or it can be embedded in machines, computers, devices and factories, which can be operated by individuals without detailed knowledge of the workings of such things. 

From this definition we can name some technological objects, which throughout the history of humanity have helped to our survival. For example ,the control of the fire, whell, clothes, weaponds, telephone, television, microwave...etc.

In my personal opinion the worst piece of technology is the umbrella because it never works and cause I love the rain.
The rain is purification. 

Anyway , I always go out with umbrella when it rains, because my mom gets mad (but is a secret).


this is me when it rains


And my favourite piece of tecnologhy is

the pencil becouse with this we can communicate.
A drawning or some verses can reveal ours darkest thoughts or the brightest with the world. 
Can comunicate our essence with the people.
Can change the way others look at the world.
And  you can feel alive.
And you can fly.
Just with a pencil.

Paradox: unfauvorite and favourite.