tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28014601906382358072024-03-05T12:07:25.663-08:00The weaver of wordsPoetry, literature and feelingsBlanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-45994149518502234902014-03-09T17:02:00.002-07:002014-05-09T15:45:03.624-07:00THE STOLEN APPLES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of the best things I have lost in my life are in connection with my childhood. Growing up means to say goodbye to all those little pleasures you don´t have anymore. Jumping the wall of the garden. Steeling some fruit. Bit an apple, smell it, bit it again... and feel the world at your feet.<br />
The apples are better into de secret garden. Climb the wall and steal them!!</div>
Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-11348159974852773672013-04-01T19:42:00.003-07:002014-03-09T17:07:12.803-07:00BEHIND THE GLASS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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On the other side is Freedom.<br />
Here, the calm,<br />
stillness,<br />
the sweet solitude of whom expected,<br />
like a broken flower,<br />
resigned to die.<br />
Behind the glass, life.<br />
On this side, death<br />
plunges his wounded stem<br />
into the silent water<br />
of dreams<br />
that should never be.<br />
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<b>Blanca Langa</b><br />
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-33763047492516601722013-03-25T15:30:00.002-07:002013-03-25T15:35:19.107-07:00I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME, a poem by Georgia Johnson (1886-1966)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-48700767361732113542013-02-03T07:42:00.001-08:002014-03-09T17:07:30.402-07:00DON´T CALL ME TODAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: large;">I forgive
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nothing more to talk.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-306185918875968912012-12-16T10:00:00.000-08:002012-12-16T10:00:15.704-08:00FIRST QUESTION about Irving Berlin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I imagine you have had the time to watch all the performances. Then, I ask you the first question about the composer:<br />
Which of these songs have been composed by Irving Berlin?<br />
a) Three coins in a fountain<br />
b) White Christmas<br />
c) He used to be blind<br />
d)Waiting for Santa Claus<br />
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If you know the solution, write a message to me, please.<br />
Here is my address:<br />
des.fleurs.pour.un.coeur.colibri@gmail.com<br />
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-25168425364451751232012-12-02T08:08:00.000-08:002012-12-02T08:13:00.763-08:00PUTTIN´ ON THE RITZ, a song by Irving Berlin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
What is the prize? Ah, surpriZe!!!<br />
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-63611632331420708512012-11-29T06:48:00.003-08:002012-11-29T06:48:49.042-08:00DON´T DRIVE ME AWAY, a poem by Louise May Alcott<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"> Don´t drive me away,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but hear what I say:</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">bad men want the gold;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">they will steal it to-night,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and you must take flight;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">so be quiet and busy and bold.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Slip away with me,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and you will see</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">what a wise little thing am I;</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">for the road I show</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">no man can know,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">since it´s up in the pathless sky. </span><br />
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-18981688390574622842012-10-07T08:35:00.000-07:002013-02-03T11:00:06.585-08:00YOUR SCARS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">I scratch each fold of your soul.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I look for</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">where lay my dreams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unbutton my skin,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">sew my hands</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to your old pain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Let them erase,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> let them heal</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">your forehead and wounds.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I want to kiss</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"> your scars.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b>Blanca Langa</b></span></div>
Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-13605521900363903672012-09-13T00:41:00.002-07:002012-09-13T02:33:42.627-07:00TEARS IN MY HEART<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PHOTO: <a href="http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/silent-of-tears">http://my.englishclub.com/profiles/blogs/silent-of-tears</a></td></tr>
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<span style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: large;"> God, you know my heart</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">when I am happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My heart dancing in the morning grass,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">singing in the blowing air</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">God, you know my heart.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">You, Who read every soul,</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Please, tell me</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">why are these tears in my eyes</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">if I only want to smile?</span></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Blanca Langa</span></strong></div>
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You can listen to a beautiful song, "Tears in my heart", by The Hollands:</div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVwfB6pgJSI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVwfB6pgJSI</a> </div>
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-6860925706043145332012-08-22T01:17:00.000-07:002012-08-22T01:19:19.653-07:00JET BOY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<a href="http://www.amazon.es/Jet-Boy-Alemania-Dylan-Walsh/dp/B007M09S8G" style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.amazon.es/Jet-Boy-Alemania-Dylan-Walsh/dp/B007M09S8G</a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span></td></tr>
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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.<br />
One day he crosses paths a fugitive who will change his life.<br />
You can watch the full film here (not recommended for under 12 yrs old people):<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJtR15h0U1U">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJtR15h0U1U</a>
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Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-27435686708427766252012-07-24T13:08:00.003-07:002012-07-24T13:28:12.642-07:00WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND?, a poem by Christina Rossetti<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PHOTO: The garden. By Blanca Langa</td></tr>
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But when the leaves hang trembling,</h4>
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<b>Christina Rossetti</b><br />
<a href="http://kelleyward.hubpages.com/hub/Short-Classic-Poems-for-Boys">http://kelleyward.hubpages.com/hub/Short-Classic-Poems-for-Boys</a>
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<b style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Christina Georgina Rossetti</b><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"> (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 </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Goblin Market</i><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">, her love poem </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">Remember</i><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">, and for the words of the Christmas carol </span><i style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">In the Bleak Midwinter</i><span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">.</span>
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<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;">To learn more about the poet:</span><br />
<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Rossetti">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christina_Rossetti</a>
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</div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-13063524097760809722012-07-23T04:01:00.001-07:002014-03-09T17:10:05.062-07:00HEART, WE WILL FORGET HIM, a poema by Emily Dickinson<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">PHOTO: La casa del Marqués. By Blanca Langa</td></tr>
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Heart, we will forget him,<br />
you and I, tonight!<br />
You must forget the warmth he gave,<br />
I will forget the light.<br />
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When you have done pray tell me,<br />
then I, my thoughts, will dim.<br />
Haste! ´lest while you´re lagging<br />
I may remember him.<br />
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<b> Emily Dickinson</b></div>
Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-53395250389989066752012-06-03T00:16:00.000-07:002012-06-03T00:16:40.254-07:00A CUP OF WINE (to R.)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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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.<br />
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.<br />
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!!<br />
<br /></div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-32029914801151398032012-05-20T13:08:00.000-07:002014-03-09T17:08:51.945-07:00SMILE, SNAIL<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Red shoes,<br />
black soul.<br />
Blue heart,<br />
grey sky.<br />
Soft snow,<br />
white hands.<br />
Smile, snail, smile.<br />
Cotton clouds<br />
for your path.<br />
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<b>Blanca Langa</b></div>
Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-70797556915319217252012-05-14T08:44:00.000-07:002012-05-14T08:53:45.570-07:00SUMMER GRASSES, a poem by Basho<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica;">Of the warriors dreams.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica;"><b> Basho</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>(</b>Translated by R.H Blyth)</span><br />
<a href="http://www.haikupoetshut.com/basho1.html"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://www.haikupoetshut.com/basho1.html</span></a>
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</div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-32711362520140878942012-05-09T10:35:00.001-07:002012-05-14T08:48:09.784-07:00THE ANGEL, a poem by William Blake<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">And that I was a maiden Queen:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Guarded by an Angel mild;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">And I wept both night and day</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">And he wip'd my tears away</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">And I wept both day and night</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">And hid from him my hearts delight</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">So he took his wings and fled:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Then the morn blush'd rosy red:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I dried my tears & armd my fears,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">Soon my Angel came again;</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">I was arm'd, he came in vain:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: large;">For the time of youth was fled </span><br />
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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. <br />
But there´s something that never fails. Something that can make them smile through their tears: a laugh.<br />
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.</div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-89183742434761098112012-03-22T00:53:00.001-07:002012-03-22T00:54:02.968-07:00WORLD POETRY DAY<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Spring bursts<br />
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The sparrows invade<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Unnail your eyes,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Unpick your lips.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Take off your gag</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">and rehearse your song</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">of welcome.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Open your windows. Come.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It´s spring.</div>Look out, look at the daisies</div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-52624506549589883572012-03-15T10:24:00.001-07:002012-03-18T13:27:42.676-07:00A SPECIAL BLOGGER<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><img src="http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/dbS0Mj6aBuA/3.jpg" /><img src="http://www.google.es/url?source=imglanding&ct=img&q=http://a2.twimg.com/profile_images/1442870698/image_reasonably_small.jpg&sa=X&ei=IiViT_e5LM-4hAfLkpWVCA&ved=0CAkQ8wc&usg=AFQjCNF-bur32V6DLTxIWVm5pbR_7fUBFQ" /><img src="http://www.google.es/url?source=imglanding&ct=img&q=http://a2.twimg.com/profile_images/1442870698/image_reasonably_small.jpg&sa=X&ei=IiViT_e5LM-4hAfLkpWVCA&ved=0CAkQ8wc&usg=AFQjCNF-bur32V6DLTxIWVm5pbR_7fUBFQ" /><br />
PHOTOS: from Youtube and <a href="http://twitpic.com/photos/Rodalicious">http://twitpic.com/photos/Rodalicious</a><br />
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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:<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=t1X3k5pGEDI">http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=t1X3k5pGEDI</a><br />
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You can follow this blogger here:<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"> Wield every verse<br />
the same as you wield a stylet:<br />
with decision,<br />
strongly,<br />
crosswise, if necessary.<br />
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Searching,<br />
researching,<br />
nailing the words<br />
in each wound.<br />
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Let it touch the weak spot<br />
and penetrate to the bottom.<br />
Stab slowly:<br />
straight to the heart.<br />
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Wield the words<br />
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with decision.<br />
The same as you wield a stylet:<br />
stab straight to the heart!.<br />
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<strong> Blanca Langa</strong><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">You can read the original poem, in Spanish:</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><a href="http://aaescritores.com/blancalanga/2012/03/13/como-un-estilete/">http://aaescritores.com/blancalanga/2012/03/13/como-un-estilete/</a></span></div></div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-74282816178755617192012-03-12T14:52:00.002-07:002012-03-12T15:00:35.683-07:00IF, a poem by Rudyard Kipling<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><img src="http://www.google.es/url?source=imglanding&ct=img&q=http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/07/Kipling_nd.jpg/220px-Kipling_nd.jpg&sa=X&ei=s25eT8uWNsa80QWCyPi3DQ&ved=0CAwQ8wc4CQ&usg=AFQjCNG5cM5pOIeKi3dzeqAWzNXIQ4aRLg" /><br />
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It is a very inspirational poem. I read it for the first time when I was fifteen years old. And it changed my life. <br />
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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:<br />
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Or if you like Federer:<br />
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Do you prefer Dennis Hooper?:<br />
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A song by Joni Mitchell based on the poem?:<br />
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Or in French:<br />
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"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.</div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-72601417154284363882012-03-08T13:42:00.003-08:002012-03-08T13:52:44.383-08:00FOR ALL WOMEN IN THIS WORLD<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LBpOfMpVlJynUGgczrLP7rAu-4YVfJ0zDcVpyyOwX_NEUcTKLSdsXaqDPlzD4QBBLvLgjr-1G_YFLDqDnPtkvViH1L67vhRaduP9Q8nDEgNFeFMBb_aoeTHKdsmTbrQ5Tmk5j8tof5eg/s1600/Homenaje+a+Lempicka+III+Manuel+Parra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9LBpOfMpVlJynUGgczrLP7rAu-4YVfJ0zDcVpyyOwX_NEUcTKLSdsXaqDPlzD4QBBLvLgjr-1G_YFLDqDnPtkvViH1L67vhRaduP9Q8nDEgNFeFMBb_aoeTHKdsmTbrQ5Tmk5j8tof5eg/s1600/Homenaje+a+Lempicka+III+Manuel+Parra.jpg" yda="true" /></a></div><br />
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For women who weave dreams made of glass.<br />
For those who weave laughter and heal wounds by healers kisses.<br />
For those who sing lullabies when they are sad.<br />
For those who are able to smile through her tears.<br />
For those who watch the world quietly and are watched and forgotten by the world.<br />
For those who cook to think and think how to cook anxiety.<br />
For those who cut crups of peace and spread them on the table.<br />
For those who love without hope and those who are love desperately.<br />
For all fragile women, beautifully beauty, in their fragility.<br />
For all strong women wielding flags of courage.<br />
For all women in this world.<br />
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<strong>Blanca Langa</strong><br />
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To read the original poem: <a href="http://aaescritores.com/blancalanga/2011/03/08/a-todas-las-mujeres-de-este-mundo/"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://aaescritores.com/blancalanga/2011/03/08/a-todas-las-mujeres-de-este-mundo/</span></a>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-47259774807621607772012-03-07T23:29:00.000-08:002012-03-07T23:29:55.568-08:00I WANT TO DIE WHILE YOU LOVE ME, a poem by Georgia Johnson<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbilCeFY5EAASgwCjw45f5m-6D3GQG0s2RbKvLJcEwQEhTlxh-csFxU7nSM5jb4uTTAd96VH2AmIjb7qQO8dyarssFnbCWP6e34eW2xsQUhBLh6ggWjfWnZA2bnEV6tNYI57pcC7Iewkeh/s1600/MONASTERIOseptiembre,+2010+213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbilCeFY5EAASgwCjw45f5m-6D3GQG0s2RbKvLJcEwQEhTlxh-csFxU7nSM5jb4uTTAd96VH2AmIjb7qQO8dyarssFnbCWP6e34eW2xsQUhBLh6ggWjfWnZA2bnEV6tNYI57pcC7Iewkeh/s320/MONASTERIOseptiembre,+2010+213.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">FOTOGRAFÍA: Monasterio de Piedra, 233</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Blanca Langa</span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I want to die while you love me,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">While yet you hold<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>me fair,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">While laughter lies upon my lips</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And lights are in my hair.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I want to die while you love me,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And bear to that still bed,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Your kisses turbulent, unspent,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">To warm me when I´m dead.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I want to die while you love me,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Oh, who would care to live</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Till love has nothing more to ask</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And nothing more to give!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">I want to die while you love me</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">And never, never see</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">The glory of this perfect day</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;">Grow dim or cease to be.</span></div><br />
<a href="http://allpoetry.com/poem/8552241-I_Want_To_Die_While_You_Love_Me-by-Georgia_Douglas_Johnson"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://allpoetry.com/poem/8552241-I_Want_To_Die_While_You_Love_Me-by-Georgia_Douglas_Johnson</span></a><br />
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<strong>GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"> 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.<span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space">For more information about the author you can go to:</span></span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; color: black; display: inline !important; float: none; font: 16px 'trebuchet ms', tahoma, sans-serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"><a href="http://allpoetry.com/poem/8552241-I_Want_To_Die_While_You_Love_Me-by-Georgia_Douglas_Johnson"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">http://allpoetry.com/poem/8552241-I_Want_To_Die_While_You_Love_Me-by-Georgia_Douglas_Johnson</span></a></span></span></strong></div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2801460190638235807.post-80110905111489297172012-03-04T09:08:00.006-08:002012-03-06T19:12:55.795-08:00YOU KNOW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIM_3SjKjKG-Q7mRKEvVA6lRrZjP6ijmHTeQuqQIGjKCmyjoeNahoZuNfquG67mvcaCxWTvky1kLT4qzicaQ_YthcNnTOC8WpYLe1KWygIOYi5uDIU7BNXZWPrCjJvrc5JoQwh2izwqDnl/s1600/MONASTERIOseptiembre,+2010+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIM_3SjKjKG-Q7mRKEvVA6lRrZjP6ijmHTeQuqQIGjKCmyjoeNahoZuNfquG67mvcaCxWTvky1kLT4qzicaQ_YthcNnTOC8WpYLe1KWygIOYi5uDIU7BNXZWPrCjJvrc5JoQwh2izwqDnl/s320/MONASTERIOseptiembre,+2010+057.jpg" uda="true" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PHOTO: Blanca Langa</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
I know -and so you do-<br />
it would have been enough<br />
to strech your open hand<br />
and reach mine.<br />
Open like the calyx<br />
of some very rare flower.<br />
So rare and so ephemeral<br />
that it lived for a second<br />
and left us wondering<br />
if it had been real.<br />
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I know that just a word<br />
would have been enough.<br />
And I´d have opened<br />
the palm of my hand<br />
to fasten together<br />
your fingers and mine</div>Open like the calyx<br />
of some very rare flower.<br />
So rare and so ephemeral <br />
that it could never be.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">YOU CAN READ THE ORIGINAL SPANISH POEM HERE: </span><br />
<a href="http://blanca-langa.blogspot.com/2012/03/lo-sabes.html"><span style="font-size: x-small;">http://blanca-langa.blogspot.com/2012/03/lo-sabes.html</span></a></div>Blanca Langahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10738333394981533036noreply@blogger.com0