domingo, 21 de agosto de 2011
Cinderella by Roald Dahl ♥
I guess you think you know this story.
You don't. The real one's much more gory.
The phoney one, the one you know,
Was cooked up years and years ago,
And made to sound all soft and sappy
just to keep the children happy.
Mind you, they got the first bit right,
The bit where, in the dead of night,
The Ugly Sisters, jewels and all,
Departed for the Palace Ball,
While darling little Cinderella
Was locked up in a slimy cellar,
Where rats who wanted things to eat,
Began to nibble at her feet.
She bellowed 'Help!' and 'Let me out!
The Magic Fairy heard her shout.
Appearing in a blaze of light,
She said: 'My dear, are you all right?'
'All right?' cried Cindy .'Can't you see
'I feel as rotten as can be!'
She beat her fist against the wall,
And shouted, 'Get me to the Ball!
'There is a Disco at the Palace!
'The rest have gone and 1 am jalous!
'I want a dress! I want a coach!
'And earrings and a diamond brooch!
'And silver slippers, two of those!
'And lovely nylon panty hose!
'Done up like that I'll guarantee
'The handsome Prince will fall for me!'
The Fairy said, 'Hang on a tick.'
She gave her wand a mighty flick
And quickly, in no time at all,
Cindy was at the Palace Ball!
It made the Ugly Sisters wince
To see her dancing with the Prince.
She held him very tight and pressed
herself against his manly chest.
The Prince himself was turned to pulp,
All he could do was gasp and gulp.
Then midnight struck. She shouted,'Heck!
Ive got to run to save my neck!'
The Prince cried, 'No! Alas! Alack!'
He grabbed her dress to hold her back.
As Cindy shouted, 'Let me go!'
The dress was ripped from head to toe.
She ran out in her underwear,
And lost one slipper on the stair.
The Prince was on it like a dart,
He pressed it to his pounding heart,
'The girl this slipper fits,' he cried,
'Tomorrow morn shall be my bride!
I'll visit every house in town
'Until I've tracked the maiden down!'
Then rather carelessly, I fear,
He placed it on a crate of beer.
At once, one of the Ugly Sisters,
(The one whose face was blotched with blisters)
Sneaked up and grabbed the dainty shoe,
And quickly flushed it down the loo.
Then in its place she calmly put
The slipper from her own left foot.
Ah ha, you see, the plot grows thicker,
And Cindy's luck starts looking sicker.
Next day, the Prince went charging down
To knock on all the doors in town.
In every house, the tension grew.
Who was the owner of the shoe?
The shoe was long and very wide.
(A normal foot got lost inside.)
Also it smelled a wee bit icky.
(The owner's feet were hot and sticky.)
Thousands of eager people came
To try it on, but all in vain.
Now came the Ugly Sisters' go.
One tried it on. The Prince screamed, 'No!'
But she screamed, 'Yes! It fits! Whoopee!
'So now you've got to marry me!'
The Prince went white from ear to ear.
He muttered, 'Let me out of here.'
'Oh no you don't! You made a vow!
'There's no way you can back out now!'
'Off with her head!'The Prince roared back.
They chopped it off with one big whack.
This pleased the Prince. He smiled and said,
'She's prettier without her head.'
Then up came Sister Number Two,
Who yelled, 'Now I will try the shoe!'
'Try this instead!' the Prince yelled back.
He swung his trusty sword and smack
Her head went crashing to the ground.
It bounced a bit and rolled around.
In the kitchen, peeling spuds,
Cinderella heard the thuds
Of bouncing heads upon the floor,
And poked her own head round the door.
'What's all the racket? 'Cindy cried.
'Mind your own bizz,' the Prince replied.
Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds.
My Prince! she thought. He chops off heads!
How could I marry anyone
Who does that sort of thing for fun?
The Prince cried, 'Who's this dirty slut?
'Off with her nut! Off with her nut!'
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
'Cindy! 'she cried, 'come make a wish!
'Wish anything and have no doubt
'That I will make it come about!'
Cindy answered, 'Oh kind Fairy,
'This time I shall be more wary.
'No more Princes, no more money.
'I have had my taste of honey.
I'm wishing for a decent man.
'They're hard to find. D'you think you can?'
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.
jueves, 14 de julio de 2011
Fotos II
Fotos...
martes, 12 de julio de 2011
Emotional rescue...
The first week of my vacations I was thinking about my birthday and the gifts I wanted for that day. On Wednesday I spent all my savings for buy myself a pair of boots, and at the end of the day I buy also a lovely shirt. That was the shopping day. On Thursday and Friday I woke up a little sick, but on Saturday I was really excited because of my birthday (June 25th), the most part of the day started at 8 pm, I put my clothes and the pair of boots, and I went with my friends to a Coffee, we talked about two hours and listened to live music. I honestly had an amazing week.
There isn´t anything better on a lazy Monday than woke up for ate a couple of Pancakes, that was exactly the breakfast I ate. Then, I stayed in my home all day and read some books; I started to read The Screwtape Letters by C.S. Lewis, and finalized to read a chemistry book. The next day, I decided to build an origami owl, just for waste some time. At the end, it looked like an expensive piece of art. On Wednesday my godmother invited me to see Pirates of the Caribbean: On stranger tides, then we went to eat pizza. On Thursday I went to visit to Alape´s aunt house, and met his cousin and his grandpa. We ate ice cream in the middle of the rain. So, here comes Friday, in the morning I went to Salitre for gave my math notebook to Peachy, and she gave me a vanilla ice cream. At the afternoon I packed my bags for travel to Duitama, Boyacá. I arrive on Saturday to that cold and gentile city. I had never bad times in Duitama, it is like my second home that preserves endless secrets of my childhood. On Sunday my family and I went to the Pantano de Vargas, there is a log story behind this biggest monument; it is good to remind it.
The final week of my emotional vacations started on July 4th I was packing bags again for travel to Oiba, Santander, for visit some friends of my parents, but I get so sick and I visit the hospital of that small and friendly city, after a treatment for my bronchi, and until I could breathe well, the doctor let me go away. The next day I travel to San Gil, Santander, and walked across all the streets looking for a desserts store, on Wednesday we travel to Barichara, a beautiful town between a thousand of trees, something atypical of this hidden place, is that its architecture is made of stone and that creates a rustic and colonial aspect, which I adore. The next two days we stayed in Bucaramanga, Santander, it looks like Bogotá because of his similar buildings and malls, it is a big city that freeze you for a moment, there is too many places to admire. On Saturday’s morning we went to PANACHI, I mean Parque Nacional del Chicamocha, we had an incredible experience, that I will ever never forget. All the landscapes bring you peace and you can take a breath for a moment of the routine and the noises of the city.
lunes, 24 de enero de 2011
No idea!
"All I wanna do is have a little fun before I die", así es como da un comienzo a una canción Sheryl Crow, no es inspirante... Mientras no le hagas daño a nadie y tu conciencia permanezca despejada, no hay porque preocuparse de tomar una desición extravagante y dejar que la vida se torne divertida. Afrontar tus miedos y en resumidas cuentas, decirte a ti mismo que ya puedes sonreír; es de gritar que siempre le había tenido miedo a las alturas, pero luego de montarme en una montaña rusa, cerrar mis ojos, gritar, sentir el viento rosandome y abrir mis ojos nuevamente, fue como si estuviese destinada a desahogarme con la tierra, a que ella me diera vueltas y que me hiciese sentir como dueña del universo. La segunda vez que lo intenté pude levantar mis manos y sentir que no existía la gravedad ni el espacio ni la tierra. Era solo yo.. divagando en mis pensamientos. No es de decir, que ahora amo a los parques temáticos, y a toda cosa que aumente mi ritmo cardíaco, excepto las películas de terror, -no es mi estilo, gracias-.
Volviendo a leer esto, no es apasionante, es algo aburrido no voy al punto y he perdido toda idea que quería plasmar, ya que... todo esta hecho.
No es mi misión borrarlo, ni editarlo, los escritos son imperfectos y nunca me develo por tratar de que lo sean, poco o nada, todo igual, solo queda tomarse unos tragos de luz para alegrarse la vida y no hacer absolutamente nada al respecto.
¿He terminado? Nadie lo sabe.
Next to do... My own Bartlett's familiar quotations blog (:
My personal quote book.
miércoles, 19 de enero de 2011
The illogical love.
Time passes and I always look at back... searching for an answer.. lost in somewhere else paradise. May be I have to admit that I can´t forget so quickly, and even I know that my heart keep question me, my mind is telling me that I still have a chance.
It´s getting an obsession, something that disturbs me psychologically and the main reason.. its just a guy. You may think that it´s because I´m a teen, but it isn´t.
I feel a conection between us, I have to say that we rarely talk and that I dont know him at all, he´s just my neighbor. So, this is the big deal.
The truth is... that he has a nice company, his girlfriend. And we´ll never meet each other, because I´m just a girl with no male friends... I´m a very shy person and sometimes its difficult to me have a relationship with someone.
This is my last year of school... then I´ll go to the University... and that´s will be the end of this not typical love story, I think. Some day I will find a person, but this is not the right moment.
Love & Secrets, a Loveaholic Friend.
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