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My life: my two stars by Charles Natividad Calero, 4 º. B

has been a very tough vote for the voters themselves, the students of 4 º. B, that have ruptured (ahhhhhhh) hearts to designate the best story of African theme among many masterpieces.
The winner, Rosario Natividad Calero. Congratulations, Cheryl! Offer his story as a demonstration of our partnership with the South Foundation. You like.

This activity has been selected by Alejandro Valero, an expert on educational blogs as one of the top 50 educational activities. It is an honor.

My life: my two stars.

Hi, I'm living in Niger and Rwanda, Africa. I'm a child of seven years, short as a result of the few foods that are in my country and the little money they have my father, I have black hair with a curl very small, common in women and girls of my race, and complexion dark as chocolate.

During the week, try to attend the classes, which often give some missionaries from many countries, they teach us writing, reading, painting, life values, religion and, above all, tell us stories about life in other continents and countries and, frankly, I think it's very stressful, unsupportive and very monotonous in But here is quite different: that everything is more open, less pollution, but at the same time, very poor, very rich in culture and minerals. After making a short presentation, I will tell you a little story about why I was without my mother called and my little sister Semarah five years, called Lejaray.

was a morning like all and although I had a bad feeling, breakfast or a glass of water, we were looking at the well my mother and I and two peaches, which I shared with my younger sister. I left home early because the school was quite far from my house and could not always go, having to help my parents work. They worked for a major German lords, who used most of Rwandan adults to exploit the large deposits of minerals that possess my country, in exchange for a salary as a minimum, you could say they worked as slaves.

When they went to work with my little sister, I left for college and, upon arrival, greeted Fernando, who was the English missionary who was teaching us this year. That day was learning colors, which were many, and since that day, got a bit distracted, I could only learn four.

Upon returning home, I was very sad and alone, by the fact that there was no longer the hours, it was assumed that my family would have returned. So I sat in the place where my father sits consisted of some small branches woven to a fabric covered square, ie one of the most comfortable home. I was sitting an hour or more thinking about how hungry I was, but he was accustomed, if not always, my parents earned enough money to eat every day, even if they tried. In those moments, my neighbor came looking worried and took my hand to take home to eat a piece of meat she had bought her eldest son. I decided not to ask anything, though his face was like an open book to which I just scared me.

I amused myself with her eldest daughter making bracelets of dried plants and pieces of wood, until my father got a face full of shock and crying like a heartbroken and all I said was that felt. I understood everything and ran to mourn their tired arms, I did not sleep that night. The next day, I asked how they died and told me that the guards of the mine had seen my sister get a diamond in the clothing and disgust, was shot dead, mad, my mother was a hit man, for all had been a mistake, but she also killed another shot. My father ran the farthest reach, did not know what to do, she began to mourn and was then hit him for leaving your job, even if they came to kill.

Since then, only he and I live and every night, when no clouds in the sky, we lay down to watch the beautiful night that nature gives us, because in my country is very well the sky is not polluted, and we say that the two stars most beautiful, perfect and bright are my dear mother and little sister, which I miss and love you so much as my life.

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Balance Renaissance sonnet XXIII of Garcilaso de la Vega

     While rose and lily of     

  shows the color in your face,    

   and your look hot, honest ,    

   turn the heart to restrain;     

  and while the hair, vein ;    

Gold

   was chosen, with Swift Flight,     

  by the beautiful white-collar  erect,     

   the wind moves, spreads and disorder:     

  Gather spring of your merry      

  the sweet fruit, before the time angry      

  the beautiful snow-covered summit;    

  rose wither    wind chill.     

      relocate  All   slight age 

      do not move into their custom.      

   
 XXIII's famous sonnet by Garcilaso de la Vega is a sample of Italian Renaissance art implemented in Spain. One of the most significant features is   opposition forces to reach the  balance and moderation, restraint and elegance , typical of the Renaissance. In the sonnet, I stressed the opposites, antonyms   ie, whose struggle achieves full interior motion statism (exalted feelings.) At the same time, music is given   counterpoint. A technique in which a melody is heard   against another, and, simultaneously, play, each in its different notation, to reach the common chords. If you listen Pavan's music and attend to their sensual dance as distant, the stillness is potentially fraught with a passion that knows contain the overflow sentimental. No change in magnitude, are prevented from downloading. Balance is achieved by placing passion and chastity, youth and serenity, stillness and dynamism to the edge of an intensity that even in opposition and preserves them in balance, neutralizing his opposition. 
 
 feel deeply without exaggerated gestures. Passion is born and breathing in the very interior of the individual without external appearance of the interior earthquake ... I'm sure you too have broken out inside a storm ... as if nothing is happening ... 
   

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The adjectival subordinate clauses or relative ... in Sabina Black African Literature

Already, we are practicing in class. But, look, listen, analyze, feel this song full of relative clauses and specified explanatory, do you all? Give them to me and I will reward you!

Here attached the letter in case you want to make a stylistic analysis, this song is great! Enjoy it!




Fatal Women - Joaquin Sabina.

There are women that carry suitcases full of rain,
there are women who never receive love ecards,
there are women who dream of trains full of soldiers,
there are women who say yes when they say no.

There are women who dance naked in prisons of gold,
there are women who desire and are looking for pity, there are women
hands and feet tied to oblivion, there
women fleeing persecution for his loneliness. There are women

poison, women magnet, there
comfort women, women dagger
there are women of fire, ice
there are women, women
fatal. Women
fatal.

There are women who play and cure, kissing and killing,
some women when they lie or tell the truth, some women
open black holes in the soul,
there are women who start the war by signing the peace.

There are women without a body wrapped in furs beneath
women whose hips are not the sun,
there are women who will love as they go to work,
there are women capable of making me lose my mind.

There are women who buy time for a niche in the sky, there are women who change
hugs random branches.