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domingo, 16 de diciembre de 2012

FIRST QUESTION about Irving Berlin

I imagine you have had the time to watch all the performances. Then, I ask you the first question about the composer:
Which of these songs have been composed by Irving Berlin?
a) Three coins in a fountain
b) White Christmas
c) He used to be blind
d)Waiting for Santa Claus

If you know the solution, write a message to me, please.
Here is my address:

domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2012

PUTTIN´ ON THE RITZ, a song by Irving Berlin

You can participate in our quiz. You will have to answer some questions about this song by Irving Berlin. But first, enjoy some good performances. Just click on the links below.
What is the prize? Ah, surpriZe!!!

A flashmob in Moscow:

Performed by Philip Keer-kor-ov:

Taco´s version:

If you want to sing the song, here the lyrics:

Jeeves and Wooster:

Another version by Leningrad Cowboys:

Performed by Cory Hall:

By Shiny Toy Guns:

Performed by Judy Garland:

Now, Harry Richman:


Oh, that Clark Gable!!

Michael Jackson and La Toya dancing like Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers.

 Young Frankenstein dancing this song

Another funny version:

jueves, 29 de noviembre de 2012

DON´T DRIVE ME AWAY, a poem by Louise May Alcott

   Don´t drive me away,
but hear what I say:
bad men want the gold;
they will steal it to-night,
and you must take flight;
so be quiet and busy and bold.

Slip away with me,
and you will see
what a wise little thing am I;
for the road I show
no man can know,
since it´s up in the pathless sky.


domingo, 7 de octubre de 2012


PHOTO: Trees. Monastery of  Piedra.  By Blanca Langa

I scratch each fold of your soul.
I look  for
              -you do not know-
trees in your eyes
where lay my dreams.

Unbutton my skin,
sew my hands
to your old pain.

Let them erase,
                  let them heal
your forehead and wounds.
I want to kiss
                      your scars.

       Blanca Langa

jueves, 13 de septiembre de 2012




                                                   God, you know my heart
when I am happy.
My heart dancing in the morning grass,
singing in the blowing air
when I am happy.

God, you know my heart.
You, Who read every soul,
every single thought.
Please, tell me
why are these tears in my eyes
if I only want to smile?

Blanca Langa

You can listen to a beautiful song, "Tears in my heart", by The Hollands:

miércoles, 22 de agosto de 2012



 A guy has just lost his mother because of an overdose. He feels guilty, because it was he who supplied her doses. To get the drug, he sells his body to men who contacted  him in bars.
   One day he crosses paths a fugitive who will change his life.
 You can watch the full film here (not recommended for under 12 yrs old people):

martes, 24 de julio de 2012

WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?, a poem by Christina Rossetti

PHOTO: The garden. By Blanca Langa

Who has seen the wind?

Neither I nor you:

But when the leaves hang trembling,

The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?

Neither you nor I:

But when the trees bow down their heads,

The wind is passing by.

Christina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. She is perhaps best known for her long poem Goblin Market, her love poem Remember, and for the words of the Christmas carol In the Bleak Midwinter.
To learn more about the poet:

lunes, 23 de julio de 2012

HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM, a poema by Emily Dickinson

PHOTO: La casa del Marqués. By Blanca Langa

  Heart, we will forget him,
you and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.

When you have done pray tell me,
then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ´lest while you´re lagging
I may remember him.

  Emily Dickinson

domingo, 3 de junio de 2012


PHOTO: The fountain, by Blanca Langa
   Some people are near us and others are far away. The most important is not how far our friends can be from us if our hearts are close to each other.
  I was talking to a friend yesterday. He was on the Internet, but even like this, we had a cup of wine together. No matter where you live. No matter if there are mountains, oceans or half a world separating people. The distance between friends is not a matter of kilometres.
   I thank the life for giving me good people to share  lots of messages and a nice cup of wine. God bless you all. Cheers!!

domingo, 20 de mayo de 2012


   Red shoes,
black soul.
Blue heart,
grey sky.
Soft snow,
white hands.
Smile, snail, smile.
Cotton clouds
for your path.

     Blanca Langa

lunes, 14 de mayo de 2012

SUMMER GRASSES, a poem by Basho

PHOTO: Grasses. By Blanca Langa

Ah, summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors dreams.


(Translated by R.H Blyth)

miércoles, 9 de mayo de 2012

THE ANGEL, a poem by William Blake

PHOTO: Bridge over the river Jalón. By Blanca Langa
I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled 
And grey hairs were on my head

viernes, 20 de abril de 2012


   I usually give words, put them in colourful envelopes and try to touch some hearts. I sometimes give caring words, cross my fingers and hope that people get well. Just by my words. However their sadness is often stronger than my words and people I love can´t always smile.  Unfortunately, words aren´t perfect.
   But there´s something that never fails. Something that can make them smile through their tears: a laugh.
  Thanks for laughing with me in the train, watching a funny film. It was nice to meet you. I wish you a long life with lots of smiles. Life is a wonderful trip.

jueves, 22 de marzo de 2012


PHOTO: Spring, by Blanca Langa

  Spring bursts
in daisies.
The sparrows invade
the streets of life.
Unnail your eyes,
Unpick your lips.
Take off your gag
and rehearse your song
of welcome.
Open your windows. Come.
It´s spring.
Look out, look at the daisies

jueves, 15 de marzo de 2012


PHOTOS: from Youtube and

  I found this videoblog and I loved it. Hope you will like it as well. The blogger is RubenintheRye. He tries to show all stupid things that people think about different jobs here:

You can follow this blogger here:

martes, 13 de marzo de 2012


  Wield every verse
the same as you wield a stylet:
with decision,
crosswise, if necessary.

nailing the words
in each wound.

   Let it touch the weak spot
and penetrate to the bottom.
Stab slowly:
straight to the heart.

  Wield the words
with decision.
The same as you wield a stylet:
stab straight to the heart!.

   Blanca Langa
You can read the original poem, in Spanish:

lunes, 12 de marzo de 2012

IF, a poem by Rudyard Kipling


It is a very inspirational poem. I read it for the first time when I was fifteen years old. And it changed my life.

Follow the first link and you will listen to Harvey Keitel reading the original poem (with the Spanish version). This is a commercial on CNN. It belongs to the Series of poems 1997, Thoughts that transcend, Union Bank of Switzerland. Copyright of UBS:

Or if you like Federer:

Do you prefer Dennis Hooper?:

A song by Joni Mitchell based on the poem?:

Or in French:

Joseph Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English poet, short-story writer, and novelist chiefly remembered for his celebration of British imperialism, tales and poems of British soldiers in India, and his tales for children. Kipling received the 1907 Nobel Prize for Literature. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India, and was taken by his family to England when he was five years old. Kipling is best known for his works of fiction, including The Jungle Book (a collection of stories which includes "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"),Just So Stories (1902) (1894), Kim (1901) (a tale of adventure), many short stories, including "The Man Who Would Be King" (1888); and his poems, including Mandalay (1890), Gung Din (1890), The White Man's Burden (1899) and If— (1910). He is regarded as a major "innovator in the art of the short story"; his children's books are enduring classics of children's literature; and his best works are said to exhibit "a versatile and luminous narrative gift".
Kipling was one of the most popular writers in England, in both prose and verse, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.

viernes, 9 de marzo de 2012




 "How much is it?", he asked. "Eighty", the shopkeeper answered.  She was wearing a dark purple dress. Fleshy lips, long nose, clever eyes and a nice smile. "It is a silken scarf, made in Sri Lanka by an old artisan. He sometimes works for us, but it is a very special person. Too independant. He only works from time to time. We are lucky this month. He is really inspired". "I love it", the customer said, "could you put the scarf around your neck?" "Of course, sir, it will be my pleasure". So she did. A bright smile spread on her face. "Perfect", he smiled at her. And made her turning to see her back. "Really perfect", he insisted. "You won´t regret this purchase, sir". "I won´t. But you will". And he streched the lace around her neck.

jueves, 8 de marzo de 2012


FOTO: "Homenaje a Lempicka III. Manuel Parra.

   For women who weave dreams made of glass.
For those who weave laughter and heal wounds by healers kisses.
For those who sing lullabies when they are sad.
For those who are able to smile through her tears.
For those who watch the world quietly and are watched and forgotten by the world.
For those who cook to think and think how to cook anxiety.
For those who cut crups of peace and spread them on the table.
For those who love without hope and those who are love desperately.
For all fragile women, beautifully beauty, in their fragility.
For all strong women wielding flags of courage.
For all women in this world.

Blanca Langa

To read the original poem:

miércoles, 7 de marzo de 2012

I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME, a poem by Georgia Johnson

FOTOGRAFÍA: Monasterio de Piedra, 233
Blanca Langa

  I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold  me fair,    
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent,
To warm me when I´m dead.

I want to die while you love me,
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be.

GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON was born in Atlanta, Georgia in 1880. With her publication of 'The Heart of a Woman' in 1918, she became one of the most widely known African-American female poets since Frances E. W. Harper. 

For more information about the author you can go to:

domingo, 4 de marzo de 2012


PHOTO: Blanca Langa

I know -and so you do-
it would have been enough
to strech your open hand
and reach mine.
Open like the calyx
of some very rare flower.
So rare and so ephemeral
that it lived for a second
                 and left us wondering
if it had been real.

I know that just a word
would have been enough.
And I´d have opened
the palm of my hand
to fasten together
your fingers and mine
Open like the calyx
of some very rare flower.
So rare and so ephemeral
that it could never be.


miércoles, 29 de febrero de 2012

THE WITCHES, a novel by Roald Dahl

2 & 3:

   One of my favourite books for children is "The witches", by Roald Dahl. I read it for the first time a month before the author died. We were really shocked. After that, I have keep on reading the novel for my pupils every year and they have always enjoyed it.
  I love this novel. If you like magic, adventures and having fun, this is the book you are looking for.
  You can also watch the film on YOUTUBE:

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

Part 4:

Part 5:

Part 6:

Part 7:

Part 8:

Part 9 (final):

Part 1:
Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
Part 5:
Part 6:
Part 7:
Part 8:
Part 9:
Part 10 complete:

ROALD DAHL (September 1916 – 23 November 1990) was a British novelist, short story writer, poet, fighter pilot and screenwriter.
Born in Wales to Norwegian parents, he served in the Royal Air Force during the Second World War, in which he became a flying ace and intelligence agent, rising to the rank of Wing Commander. Dahl rose to prominence in the 1940s with works for both children and adults, and became one of the world's best-selling authors. He has been referred to as "one of the greatest storytellers for children of the 20th century". In 2008 The Times placed Dahl 16th on its list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945". His short stories are known for their unexpected endings, and his children's books for their unsentimental, often very dark humour.
Some of his notable works include James and the Giant Peach, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, George's Marvellous Medicine, Fantastic Mr Fox, Matilda, The Witches and The BFG.


martes, 28 de febrero de 2012


From left to right: José Verón Gormaz, Lucía Santamaría Nájara
Mª Dolores Tolosa, Blanca Langa.
Standing: Marga Verón explained the story of her wine cellar.

 Mª Dolores Tolosa, reading one of his short stories.

 José Verón Gormaz read some of his poems about wine.

José Verón Gormaz, Lucía Santamaría & Mª Dolores Tolosa.

  The event "Cup of letters" at Hotel Fornos was a real success. About eighty people tasted two red wines. The wine brads were LUG, from Bodegas Lugus. Marga Verón is the General Manager of this enterprise from Calatayud.
   Lucía Santamaría Nájara, Mª Dolores Tolores Tolosa and José Verón Gormaz were the guest writers.
   Lucía Santamaría Nájara told us about her new project in connection with her new novel. It will be a historical novel dated in the Middle Age.
   Mª Dolores Tolosa played one of her short stories, "Trío". After that, she read some poems from her last book of poetry. She is an Aragonese writer.
  José Verón Gormaz read some of his epigrams about wine.  He was accompaigned in the reading by Aurora Lassa, his wife, who read some poems, too. Verón is a writer and a photographer from Calatayud.
The AAE (Aragonese Association of Writers) were the organisers of this "Cup of letters". We want to thank Hotel Fornos for their generous hospitality and for lending us their dining room to hold this meeting.
  And of course, thank to the people who came and joined us.

jueves, 23 de febrero de 2012



Literature and wine.  Friday, 24th February, at 7 p.m., at   FORNOS HOTEL, in Calatayud (free wine tasting).

Guest writers:
Mª Dolores Tolosa, Miguel Ángel Yusta,
Ángel Guinda, José Verón Gormaz
y Lucía Santamaría Nájara
Leaded by: Blanca Langa

      With the collaboration of VINOS CIRIA and the bookshops:
COSTA, JESÚS, ZENTRO  y Donde los libros.

Guest wine cellar:

domingo, 12 de febrero de 2012



   Dear Whitney,
   We are sunk now. The news in the newspapers said you had gone. And we couldn´t believe you won´t sing on a stage anymore. Nobody like you could touch our souls. And I want to tell you that you will be always with us. Your songs will always be in our hearts.
  We will always love you.

Whitney Elizabeth Houston (August 9, 1963 – February 11, 2012) was an American singer, actress, producer, and model. In 2009, Houston was the most-awarded female act of all time, according to Guinness World Records. Her list of awards includes two Emmy Awards, six Grammy Awards, 30 Billboard Music Awards, 22 American Music Awards, among a total of 415 career awards as of 2010. Houston was also one of the world's best-selling music artists, having sold over 170 million albums, singles and videos worldwide.
On February 11, 2012, Houston died of unknown causes at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Beverly Hills, California.


jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012


 El poeta en una imagen de archivo

The sun ascends to its fullness revealing
of the stone and the bird,
while you and me are playing in the garden without shadows,
with the naked souls dedicated
to the pure demand of the moment.

Your tender age and my weary years
get equal and pleasant
together in this enjoyement that denies their distances
that melts us in the cheerful cry, in the smiling
of the shared innocence.

I know without sadness the decline of the sun into the dark
rule of the blinding night,
I accept the illusion of the stopped time
in this top happiness of playing together,
now, in the garden, matched
my yesterday and your tomorrow,
you and me in endless hapiness.

                                              The tiny birds
the quiet flight of leaves,
the habbit of the intimate garden
come back,
as the unique luxury of an only rose
under the air, pierced by November.

 ILDEFONSO MANUEL GIL was born in the village of Paniza (Zaragoza) on the 22nd January, 1912, and he was buried in Daroca in 2003 at the age of 91. He defined himself as a "man of The Generation of 36". Law Degree from the University of Madrid abd PhD in Literature.
  He suffered the repression of Franco´s dictatorship and was imprioned in Teruel during the Civil Was, as a prominent Republican. Later, he was harassed for refusing to swear the principles of the national movement of Francisco Franco. He and his friend Ricardo Guillón founded a Literature magazine. He taught at Santo Tomás College in Zaragoza.
  In the 60s, he went to America to teach Literature at a university in New York, where he worked until his retirement. In 1983, during the transition from the dictatorship to democracy, he returned to Spain. He moved to Zaragoza. In this city, he led the Institution "Fernando el Católico" and was designed honorary counselor. He was a member of the American Academy of the Spanish Language, and as such, corresponding member of the Royal Spanish Academy. During these years he received several awards: in 1982, he was awarded the Gold Medal of Zaragoza; in 1993, he got the Medal of Santa Isabel de Portugal. Aragonese of Honor in 1996 and received the Medal of Honor from the Institution "Fernando el Católico" in 2000.  His death would come three years later, possibly due to a broken hip a few years ago.

martes, 7 de febrero de 2012



   Today is Charles Dickens birthday. If you are one of his readers, I want to give you a present.
There is a good website where you can read and listen to some good novels by Charles Dickens:

Some videos about Dickens:

A film: "Great Expectations & Ellice Theatre"

Charles John Huffam Dickens ( 7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) was an English novelist, generally considered the greatest of the Victorian period. Dickens enjoyed a wider popularity and fame than had any previous author during his lifetime, and he remains popular, having been responsible for some of English literature's most iconic novels and characters.
Many of his writings were originally published serially, in monthly instalments, a format of publication which Dickens himself helped popularise. Unlike other authors who completed novels before serialisation, Dickens often created the episodes as they were being serialised. The practice lent his stories a particular rhythm, punctuated by cliffhangers to keep the public looking forward to the next instalment. The continuing popularity of his novels and short stories is such that they have never gone out of print.
Dickens's work has been highly praised for its realism, comedy, mastery of prose, unique personalities and concern for social reform, by writers such as Leo Tolstoy, George Orwell and G. K. Chesterton; though others, such as Henry James and Virginia Woolf, have criticised it for sentimentality and implausibility.

viernes, 3 de febrero de 2012



  Rae Hansen, a little girl, invited Richard Bach to her birthday party. She was about to turn five. Though a thousand miles separated them, she wanted to be with him on that special day and celebrate her birthday together.
  There´s no such place as far away is a gift for her. Bach tries to explain that we are always with those we love. Miles, mountains, or deserts can´ t  separate friends. They are always in our hearts.
   This is a classical tale now. It was illustrated by Ron Wegen.

Richard David Bach (born 23 June 1936) is an American writer. He is widely known as the author of the hugely popular 1970s best-seller Jonathan Livinston Seagull, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah, and others. His books espouse his philosophy that our apparent physical limits and mortality are merely appearance. He claims to be a direct descendant of Johann Sebastian Bach. He is noted for his love of flying and for his books related to air flight and flying and in a metaphorical context. He has pursued flying as a hobby since the age of 17.
     For more information about the author:

martes, 31 de enero de 2012




Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love.



sábado, 21 de enero de 2012



  He wrote: “I know there is a sea between you and me now. And it can separate each other. I know it is impossible to reach the beach where you live. It is impossible to touch your lips and kiss your words. Impossible to write love words on your shoulders, drink your tears or dream together”.

   There were big clouds in the sky. He looked at the sea in front of him, threw a little stone and saw how it sank in the water. It started to rain. As if all the angels were crying for her and for him.