A poem that I like...

 El sentido de la vida

"La pregunta infinita: el sentido de la vida
                    

Tiene una respuesta sencilla: aquello que vos digas


No busques bajo las piedras ni en los rayos del sol


No busques en tus vecinos ni en el trabajo ni en la pasión


Que el sentido de la vida lo tienes tú en el bolsillo


En tus pensamientos, en el alma, en tu corazón


Y está escrito en la clave que se lee con el amor"

Damian Rojo

HI! :)

I was looking for a poem in spanish that I could use to write a paragraph explaining its meaning and I found the one that is above (the half of it), written by Damian Rojo. The theme of the poem is, the life. The translation of the title in english would be "The sense of life". What I liked from the poem is that is says that people ask themselves what is the sense of life, and the writer says that we do not have to look for it because we have it in our own toughts, soul and hearth. The sense of life is different for each person, therefore we can't put it in the hands of others. We can feel desperated for not finding out the sense of life, but we don't have to worry because at the end, the sense of life will appear by itself.

Poem

Hello :)

This time I made up a poem in order to fulfill a part of the third task for the ISP. 

This is a poem I made completely by myself and it is about the nostalgy that sometimes people can feel for things of the past that once occurred and we can miss so much.

Here is the poem:

The old times

Tonight I look at the stars

They remind me how much I miss the old times,

Oh please I want to go back

And make those moments forever last.

Memories look to be so far           

So it is like fighting in war,

For making them to come back

Before time does of them a hack.

I’m trying to convince myself

That I’m where I desire to be

Then I look to the pictures on the shelf

And I just want to stay upon my knees.

 

I only can let things go,

Ultimately life is for moving on.

Although time seems to be my foe,

It was him who brought the memories on.

It isn’t bad to feel nostalgy,

As long is does not become a hobby.

I will open my eyes to a new sky

And for the old times I know,

I must say goodbye.

Review of my favourite painting

Hello,

For this post I’m writing the review of my favourite painting in the world.

I really like some paintings and I admire some because they tell me something, they have a meaning that I interpret by myself. I love impressionism paintings, especially Claude Monet’s paintings, so yes my favourite painting is one of the Monet’s paintings: “Family life at Argenteuil” (Les Coquelicots à Argenteuil, in French).

Family life at Argenteuil

Why does this painting is my favourite in the world?, I cannot tell you a concrete answer, but I can tell you that when I see this painting I feel happy. It is just that this painting tells me: “Life is outside, go and enjoy it.” I mean, the red color of the flowers makes me feel positive, the green of the trees and the grass is so fresh that it cheers me up. The sky looks clear and pure like saying life is sweet and infinite. Finally the little girl that is picking up the red flowers accompanied by her mother, looking so freely, taking a walk by the field, they are just simply enjoying life.

I really love impressionism pictures, the way they are painted by spots or brushstrokes make them so colorful and cheerful. But definitely “Family life at Argenteuil” is my favourite painting because the message that it transmits to me makes me feel lively.

Personal short story

HI,

For the first assigment of the I.S.P I’m writting the short personal story. My story is about a Christmas dinner I had in my house.

It was three years ago in my house, when with all my mother’s relatives we were celebrating The Christmas dinner. It was a normal dinner; we were sitting near the big Christmas three, eating the typical food of the occasion, having a good time, sharing with the family. Suddenly while everybody was eating their dinner, it was quite, and we heard a really particular melody, it seemed to be from outside the house and it was like the sound of a couple of bells. They rang quite loud, but nobody knew exactly what they were. We really didn’t care too much about it. So the dinner continued normal.

Then when it was about to finish and everyone was saying goodbye, I was at the dining room helping my mother to clean up and I clearly saw how a little child, completely dressed with white clothes, jumped off from the fourth step of the stairs and left running. I was not the only one who saw the kid, some of my aunts and my grandmother also watched him. My relatives, and me we didn’t know who was he, we were sure about he wasn’t one of my little cousins, he looked different, he was a stranger, but I didn’t feel scared about him. It was Christmas after all. Days later I went to visit her, and she told me that she had investigated about what I told her hear a bell ringing means that and angel is coming.

So far, I don’t know who was that “child” I saw jumping off from my stairs, but this is a true story and I’m sure that I didn’t hallucinate it because other people saw him too. Maybe I will never figure out who was the kid, but I like the idea of that he was an angel.