Food (after a poem by Victor M. Valle)


Once you eat soup
you'll swim in a noodle lagoon
Have some lemon ice cream
and you'll skii in the whitest snow
Eat a slice of onion pizza
and you'll feel on a bonfire

The Hypocrisy of Thanksgiving

Addams Family Values (1993)

Screenwriter(s): Paul Rudnick

Steely-glaring, contemptuous Wednesday Addams (Christina Ricci), participating in a summer camp play at Camp Chippewa about the "First Thanksgiving" feast as the lead Native American Pocahontas, lambasted the lead white Pilgrim character with this ad-libbed monologue to the stunned reactions of everyone:

Wait!.. We cannot break bread with you...You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the roadsides. You will play golf, and enjoy hot h'ors d'oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said: 'Do not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller'...And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.

 Now, I invite you to watch this scene since it is absolutely full of content.  Pay attention to each word that the characters use. 
Lets enjoy the sarcasm!

http://www.filmsite.org/bestspeeches50.html

http://www.theguardian.com/film/filmblog/2013/aug/20/why-i-love-wednesday-addams-thanksgiving-play

Sofia Boldetti

To Remember Her (after a poem by Leroy Quintana)

When I was young 

we used to meet on Sundays at home

we used to eat wonderful asados

and have a good time

we used to listen to her stories 

and eat lemon pie

But time goes,

now we only have memories of her

we are still meeting on Sundays

have a good time

and to remember her

we still eat lemon pie.

The Delight Song of Dawn Light

I am the sun in a warm day

I am the moon in a clear night

I am a lover of the sea

I am a lover of the cosmos

I am a wild horse running though the greenest plain

I am a loving and carrying woman

I am sensitive and cheerful

I am curious and determined

I am loyal and demosntrative

I am the music I listen to

I am the movies I have watched

I am a lover of the sea

I am a lover of the cosmos

I am a wild horse running though the greenest plain

My reaccion to "the three little pigs" 

Even thought "the three little pigs" is known as a story for children, it can give a good lesson about life.

I think the story of the little pigs is metaphorical and that each pig can represent different choices in life.

 In the story, three little pigs left their mother's house to build their own homes. 

 The concept of "house" is a completely meaningful term. A house is ones refuge, habitat, nest; It is a place that is shared with loved ones. It is a magic place where ones identity can be discovered on each decorative item, furniture, colour, etc. So a house can be considered to be the reflection of someone's identity in a mirror.

 The pigs have to build up their houses and for that they use different materials, such as straw, wood or brick, according to their preferences.

That is to say that, each pig takes a decision about what kind of house he wants to have in relation to the resources they used.

In our life resources can be education, traditions, experiences, money and time among others.

In the story those who build up their houses with wood and straw finished the work quicker that the one that choose a brick house.

 But the two first ones suffered the wolf attack. It not only distroied their houses (identities) but also ate them all up. 

Build it and rebuild it as many times it is necessary. make of yourself your ideal;  make of yourself a  solid comfortable place to live in. Make of each good decision, a brick for your home. so, invest in your identity.  Build yourself to be happy!

Sofia Boldetti

   

Remember 
~ B y Joy Harjo ~
  

I would like to share this poem with you because of the genuine beauty that is inside of each word of the poem.  I am completely impressed by how harmoniously the ideas flow in the text.   Through vivid pictures and strong relationships, it can offer peace and energy in abundance. That feeling enters in my eyes, runs directly along my legs and later on, sleeps in my heart. 

Remember the sky that you were born under, 
know each of the star's stories. 
Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her 
in a bar once in Iowa City. 
Remember the sun's birth at dawn, that is the 
strongest point of time. Remember sundown 
and the giving away to night. 
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled 
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of 
her life, and her mother's, and hers. 
Remember your father. He is your life also. 
Remember the earth whose skin you are: 
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth 
brown earth, we are earth. 
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their 
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them, 
listen to them. They are alive poems. 
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the 
origin of this universe. I heard her singing Kiowa war 
dance songs at the corner of Fourth and Central once. 
Remember that you are all people and that all people are you. 
Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you. 
Remember that all is in motion, is growing, is you. 
Remember that language comes from this. 
Remember the dance that language is, that life is. 
Remember. 

~ Joy Harjo ~

Sofia Boldetti

" The delight song of a bee"

 I am a bee serching for sweet

I am a rainbow playing with clouds

I am the light in the child's eyes

I am the sun that makes you smile

I am a bee admiring an ancient tree

I am a flower bud waiting spring

I am the juice of a peach in a cake

I am a bee resting on a leave

 I am the song that a bee wishes to sing


Sofia Boldetti

A Childhood Memory after a Poem by Leroy Quintana

When I was young
We used to run around 
Our rustic wooden table
While pretending to be something I have forgotten
As they watched with a smile on their faces
Then, after a day of adventure 
We would read together a story

Now, taller and older
I run off in all directions
Trying to keep up with a supersonic age
Nevertheless, we drink Mate every afternoon 
At 5:00, together

Then, after a day of hard work
I read a story

L.Darcy

The Delight Song of Someone

I am the thunder during a storm
I am a red, orange, and yellow flickering flame in the night
I am the long dark shadow of an old Oak tree
I am the sound of the leaves blown by the autumn breeze
I am a thousand stars in the night sky
I am a lone wolf's howl
I am the lion's roar
I am a moment of solitude
I am the streaming black coffee next to a book
I am the bluest, deepest, tempestuous ocean 
I am wanderlust, a numinous journey Into The Wild (1)
I am the bewitching melody of my favorite song
I am a wondrous sunset landscape 
I am literature and poetry 
I am a drive out of the city, away from the crowds
I am a vision in hindsight
I am what I have never said
I am a dream of glory and victory 

With grace in my heart and flowers in my hair
Even if it is a lonely road,
I walk to wisdom 
I walk to my wildest dreams
With grace in my heart and flowers in my hair

(1)Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer

L.Darcy

Chats and Laughs by anxiousmiler after a poem by Leroy Quintana

When I was young
we would play from morning to bedtime
hearing our grandmother
teaching us how to pray.
Our parents would tell us
about their good old days
            between chats and laughs

Now we have grown up
seeing us each other
every two months
reuniting the ones we are left
remembering how good 
those old days were
            between chats and laughs

The Delight Song Of An Anxious Smiler

I am the calm in a hug
I am the daylight on a face
I am the laughs among friends
I am the music in some freetime
I am the fresh air on a summer's night
I am the purring of a cat
I am the warmth on a cold winter's night
I am the oldest daughter in a family
I am a tear on a hurtful moment
I am the ears on a noisy city
I am a smile when feeling love
I am the reader of a book
I am a bad singer of a favorite song
I am a longed-for caress of a dog
I am part of the language you are reading
I am  incomplete in a memory of her

I am all these things and more
I am me in the nights, in the days
I am when I want to be

The Delight Song of whoever I am

I am the song that you want to listen
I am the flower that needs the sun
I am the one who always wants a change
I am the princess who does not want a charming prince
I am not that different from the other girls
I am the one who will be there for you
I am a big fan of cats
I am the one who writes my own destiny
I am the one who always sings out loud
I am a free bird who only wants to fly away
I am standing here not being alone
I am surrounded with good friends
I am pretty hard to understand
I am easy to love
I am not that different from you

                             --Penny--

Food poem

One eats
The sand in a torta frita
Eat empanadas
And you eat a sea shell
Eat Traviatas
And you eat Salinas Grandes
Drink Fernet con Coca
and you drink the Sea Foam