Hope you are doing well! Welcome to our third activity. Please, post your comments before October 29th, 2 p.m!
1. Think about your life's ups and downs. Decide about an experience you want to talk about and write its story. It can be related to any topic.
2. Before writing: make a brainstorming to get some ideas for writing.
3. Write paragraphs considering the suggested format (introduction, main idea, climax, supporting ideas and conclusion). It must have 250 words at least and be creative.
4. Tips for writing:
Language use / writing aspects:
- Simple sentence structure.
- Include as much details as possible.
- Useful vocabulary you need to express your ideas.
- Grammar, spelling, punctuation rules, etc.
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- Useful conectors or linking words.
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My hero
ReplyDeleteI want to tell you about the most important person in my life: my grandmother.
She is the bravest woman I know. My grandmother is Carlina Suarez, she is the eldest of six children, from very young she had to work in the countryside, to cook for workers, to wash clothes, and to take care of their younger siblings. . At the age of 15 she had her first daughter, she was very young and his parents never spoke to him of love, the father of her daughter did not help and left alone. After a time, she married with my grandfather José Cepeda.
They had 5 children, but sadly when she would have her third child the conditions in which she lived was not good, she had to work and she did not have good food, for this reason the baby was born premature and died. That was one of the hardest moments in your life, besides, she could not attend the funeral of the baby because she was very weak and sick in the hospital.
Most of her life she does not have stability, because she had to find work in different places with her family, they worked on farms, milking cows. After a time, they built a house in the rural area of Paipa and they grew fruits such as peaches and plums. In that place their children grew up and left home. I've lived with her since I was a baby. When my grandmother was 43 years old, my grandfather died of cancer. At that moment we were alone and she had to play the role of mom and dad for me. She continued to cultivate fruits, she has to fumigate, prune, fertilize, and these are hard work for a woman.
My grandmother's life has never been easy, but she has taught me that we must fight to be someone in life. There are always ups and downs, but nothing can stop us, thanks to her, today I am a good person and in conclusion, she is my reason for living.
thanks.
MY PRESENT
ReplyDeleteThis story begins with the memory of a very important person to me. My present, as is commonly known in my family because her name was Presentación Benavides, she was one of the most loving woman I have ever met.
She was born in Siachoque, Boyacá and she was the eldest of three brothers. In her childhood, she had many difficult moments because his father refused to recognize her or her brothers as children and her mother had to fight for them to have a good life. When she was 25 years old, she married with Agustín and they had four daughters. However, the tragedy still surrounding her life, because my grandfather died when my mother was 10 years old.
Since that moment, my grandmother had to work as a seamstress, sewing uniforms for all school children. After so many years of hard work, the Siachoque mayor decided to give a scholarship to their daughters because they were very intelligent but they had no money to go to the university. Now, my aunts are professionals and good teachers.
After a few years, my grandmother came to live here in Tunja to share with their grandchildren. It took about 12 years in which she shared with all of us and every two months she lived in a different house, because she liked to be in different places.
One day I came to my house and my grandmother was lying, she said she felt awful. Then my mother took her to the doctor, where she was hospitalized. The fourth day she was in the hospital, she told my mother that she wanted to see her daughters, so at night all her daughters met with her in the hospital, but My Present just closed her eyes and she died.
I think that day was one of the strongest for my family because we felt that a part of us died. She died last year in November and since that day we understood that every day she had a happy life because despite all the problems she had, she never let overthrow by those situations. That is the most beautiful teaching that she left us, that no matter what problems you have because if you trust yourself, you can always achieve what you propose.
Now, I know she was my past, she is my present and she will be in my future. Love you My Present!
Thanks
By: Your Granddaughter.
Tania Alejandra Nieto Espinosa
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ReplyDeleteFAMOUS PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMS AS A NORMAL HUMAN:
ReplyDeleteANGELINA’S UPS AND DOWNS
Angelina Jolie is an northamerican actress who was born in Los Angeles California, USA but also has Cambodian nationality.
Angelina’s life aparently has been a good an normal life because of her lifestyle, what people do not really think about is how she feels with the life she has. Angelina is an altruist person and she belongs to the United Nations High Commissioner for Refugees, even she is a very good person, a very beatiful woman and has a lot of money that use for helping poor people and for have a comfortable life, she is not completely well. She as a normal human has problems and things to deal with.
Angelina had has a happy but hard emotional life, she has adopted three kids and has three biological kids, she is married to Brad Pitt and they love one to each other and she has everything that anybody would like to have, but what had happened in Angelina’s life? Her grandmother died because had cancer and her mother died in 2007 because she had ovarian cancer and it has been the hardest moment for her, she decided to undergo medical tests to detect if she would probably has any kind of cancer,doctors said she has de 87 percent of posibilities to have breast cáncer so she decided to undergo to a hard surgery to prevent this, currently she has had several surgeries to prevent ovarian cancer and breast cancer because she is afraid of die and let her children alone, people would think that overcome this situations would be easier for her because she has a lot of money and because she is Angelina Jolie but she really feels sad about that and she try to live everyday happier because of her kids.
She has had critical episodes of depression but Brad Pitt and his whole family has been there to help her to overcome those situations, she also has had food disorders and currently she has depression, but she still is helping really poor people that is a strong labor and is something that helps her to be more grateful about what she has, even though is a really difficult situation to deal with because she has to live what poor people is living.
Even we think she is happy and she has everything she needs, she is not, she would like to have the health you have and do not be worried everytime because of her illnesses.
Before thinking that famous people has a perfect life, think that they feel and they are human and are as normal as we are.
CIELO CATALINA MONTENEGRO BUITRAGO
Smart women
ReplyDelete- I am sorry but I found the love of my life – said Mr Rizu, without thinking in his wife’s feelings and then added.
- She will be my endless love, she is as nobody, she is beautiful and I loved her, I’m going to live with her from now so I need that you give to me all my things and I’ll send my lawyer to speak with you.
The woman Ms Rizu (who from that moment had left being, so we will call her with her beautiful maiden name “Alice”) Alice was destroyed with those words, because she really loved her husband, she loved her beautiful daughter that their weeding had brought. She did not understand. She felt very sad and she was going to start to cry until the moment that she realized her little daughter was looking her. In that moment she realized that her life would had to change and she would had to fight.
Next day she called Mr Rizu to his cellphone and asked him if he could sign some documents about formal thinks.
-Yes – answered Mr Rizu - but please do not call me again, realized that I found another person.
At this point in the story Mr Rizu start to be annoyed, do not you think? Nevertheless, quiet, Alice is smart, she still has her daughter’s love and she will do everything for her daughters. So, continue
Alice had asked to Mr Rizu to see him at the Caffé, and it happened. When he arrived to the Caffé, arrived with his new lover, his “endless love” and this thing broke Alice’s hearth a little more but she was strong and tried to act in good way so he signed and said goodbye forever.
Time passed and Alice did not know something about Mr Rizu, just until the day the he came back.
- I need all things of the house; I mean I need my radio, my TV, my bed, my freezer, my stuff – said Mr Rizu
- But, how do you suppose that the girls will live without those things? – said Alice
- I do not care, I need to start my new life and all those things are mine.
- You are a good man and I know it, but the woman who is with you does not have good intentions. I know that you love your daughters and you never would do it by yourself, but I also know that you are influenciable man so I imagined that someday it would happen. So when you decided leave us some time ago, I made that you signed a kind of “power” legal power in which all your possessions are transferred to our daughters so you two cannot receive something of this house. I presented you, a copy of the power.
Alice’s daughter grew up in good way, learned to play guitar, piano, violin, flute, tiple and singing. They did all things they could. And learned and learned until they were ones of the best
Years after, they heard that Mr Rizu, was alone, and wanted to kill himself, because he regretted about all things that he had lost because of his crassness. However, it was too late, for every thing
SHE NEVER TAUGHT HIM TO LIVE WITHOUT HER.
ReplyDeleteThis history is about a man his name is Carlos, who the life gives a turn when his mother and father died the same year. When he was a child, his family was very close and his parents loved themselves. But when Carlos was sixteen his parents decided to separate, not because they did not love but, because his father had a terminal illness and his father wanted his mother could work and she could fall in love again.
Carlos stayed with his mother and soon after she fell in love and she formed a new family with her new partner. In spite of that, Carlos and his mother went to visit to his sick father. Four years later his father died because of his illness and in the same year his mother died.
Since, Carlos got into the National University of Colombia; he received a grant in his medicine degree. Carlos was in eight semester and he was a good student. But when his mother died he did not want to continue with his degree. He lost his grant and he began to drink too much.
Nowadays, my brother told me that my mother taught him many things but, she never taught him to live without her, and if she had not died, he would be one of the best Colombia's neurologists.
Finally, like conclusion is that we never must criticize the way in that a special person's death affects a person and that we must love our parents because we do not know when they won’t be.
Natalia Vargas
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ReplyDeleteIt does not know what you have until you lose
ReplyDeleteI want to share you a familiar story. First that all, I have to clarify that the story not belongs to my family. But during my childhood I could notice it. In a neighboring house has lived a couple with their children, three sons and one daughter. All children were older than 15 years.
The mother always did the best for her family. When there was no water in home, she carried the clothes to the gap for wash it, under the rain, she searched wood in order to prepare the food in the just time. She always cared everything in the house, while her daughter watched TV or made up the nails. For all this, she only received complaints, insults; but never: Thanks Mommy for everything, I love you.
Eventually, she started to get sick, but her family did not notice this, when she told them that she felt ill, they said that she complained without reason. She quickly got worse, but she never neglected her work at home. She hid the pain, because he was afraid of insults.
One night, she entered to the hospital emergency room, and three days later, she died. Actually I do not know what the reason was.
In that moment her family began to notice that she was important, but it was so late. The amount of tears and flowers that fell on her grave, not revived to her.
Shortly thereafter, the only daughter became pregnant and left the house. Dad and three children were home alone. Nowadays they have to wake up early to prepare breakfast, and at the end of the day, although they get tired of work, they have to prepare dinner. Now, they have to worry about your clothes and other things. At this time, they have not the poor woman who had everything ready and served for them.
Viviana Bernal
My mirror
ReplyDeleteThe time, the daily duties, problems, family, emotions, things that for me, are very difficult to control among others, come to me as if I were living in a big chaos. This way, I gift to myself a small moment to ask me: who am I? What is behind all this that I can see? Where I'm going? In conclusion, what is the meaning of life? Of course, I encounter responses such as: I am a person, I am a daughter of God, I am unique, I am here on earth to learn, to serve, and I am part of a life cycle: to born, to grow and to die, but I am not satisfied because what sense has to be special, being the daughter of God, have a conscience that allows me to choose and realizing each thing , be different to the animals and other beings if I finally going to end up like them, that is to say, if I'm going to die?
At the end of his reflection she sighed and said, I prefer not to think, because for what to ask if the responses do not work, I have not been someone vain and superficial, since my childhood I have characterized by being a very spiritual person, I have researched the Judeo-Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, and I discovered that all religions are very similar, they say the same thing in different words, "be a good human being", but nobody does it and I do not blame them because I neither do. At that time she said: however, I am grateful so much with my life, after all, this year is my birthday number 93 and I would like doing this kind of questions eternally.
This words are a sample of a reflection done by my grandma whom I am very proud and totally identified, she is one of the most important person in my life , for that reason when I am feeling down I just running to heard her because I consider she is very authentic person and I just loving it.
By Erlenzi Quintero.
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ReplyDeleteA BLIND LOVE
ReplyDeleteThis is a story of a girl who believed in tales and happy endings. She wanted to find someone with whom to share her dreams and fears; someone with whom to live unforgettable moments, and laugh at everything. However, she lived a quietly life. She was focus on her studies and anything could concern her, but things always happen when you least expect it…
He came like a hurricane destroying everything in his path. He wrapped her in a whirlwind which she could hardly leave. It was not because this was impossible, but because it was what she wanted. He was everything she could have ever imagined.
Time goes by and he became like a necessary part in her life. They enjoyed spending time together and laugh at nonsense. Everything was perfect, but soon things changed. She realized that everything she had built during more than four years was a lie. She discovered that there was another person in his life. She could not understand what was happening. Why without reason he had broken her heart.
However, she knew she had to say goodbye, but she did not have the will to do it. So that, she forgave him. He knew she would not be able to say no more, and she would do anything for him. But she had to wake up and realize the reality. She had become in the second option for him, and soon he would be a father.
To conclude, it is important to be aware of the value you have as the wonderful woman you are. Even you feel you are not able to continue or you feel like you are going to die, and the entire nights crying on your pillow that is the only witness of how painful it can be. One day you could get up and realize that that man did not deserve you. Besides, you will learn that nothing lasts forever and life goes on. Also, time helps to heal the wounds. Finally you understand that “What does not kill you, makes you stronger”.
Lucía Rincón.
ReplyDeleteMY MOM, MY ROLE MODEL.
I always think why is this happening to me? And I imagine that God wants to prepare me to be strong and in this way I can face any situation with courage and strength. My mom's death, to get pregnant, to be single mother, to be humiliate for money, to work, to study, to travel every single day from Sogamoso to Tunja and to be housewife, it is very exhausting but these are situations that day by day make me a determined person.
Today I want to write of my mom's story. The most wonderful mom who is my role model because she was courageous and she faced bad situations with bravery. Everything started four years ago. I had all things that I needed but my happiness finished when my mom told me with a sadness expression that she had ovarian cancer. After some days she started with chemotherapy in Bogota. In spite of her pain my mom tried to smile all time although I know deep inside her she felt scared. Thanks to God, afterwards six chemotherapies she recovered. Her hair started to grow and she recovered her weight. She lived again and she was happy.
Everything was perfect. However all changed when one day my dad woke up me in the early morning because my mom felt bad. My dad wanted to take her to the hospital but my mom did not want. She told if we went to the hospital she would never come back to home. Despite that, we went to hospital. After several hours the doctor told that my mom was in a coma and her condition was complicated. My mom was in a coma for twenty days, after a surgery she regained consciousness. Her recovery was good. Everything seemed to go back to normal. My mom had faced cancer and she had defeated it.
Nevertheless one day when I was in Tunja, someone knocks the door in the early morning, when I opened the door I saw to my oldest brother. He hugged me and he told me my mom died. It was the most difficult moment in my life.
Now, I was so proud of my mom because she was so brave. She lived each moment in her life regardless of the bad situations and her death helped me to be stronger. Maybe God was preparing me for facing what it would come. I understood life isn't always full of good things. We are forever riding the ups and downs of life, we are facing with situations that challenge us, make us grow, teach us lessons about life, and make us into more conscious to become better people.
My advice is that you always tell to loved ones how much you love them. I would had liked to live longer time with my mom, I would had liked to tell how much I love her but It's late already. You have the opportunity now, say it without feel embarrassed because when they are not you will want to do it but it is too late and try do not complain much about problems, look there are people who suffer greatly and still live life to the fullest.
By: Jully Alejandra Cely Verdugo
UPS AND DOWN
ReplyDeleteEvery day and in each situation that we as human beings have to face, we can see and find up and downs.
I do not want to talk about any specific situation in my life, but I can say that I have had to face a lot of circumstances as many people have to, in their lives.
I always have thought that it is not about the situation, the problem, the circumstance or the opportunity to learn, as many people say, but the attitude in front each one. Maybe could sound as a cliché but in my daily life, it has been my theory. I absolutely agree with the people who say “everything happen for something” and I always have believed that we must not ask or think WHY.
Why this or that happens to me? Why not to another person? Even sometimes we think that God is a guilty. Why me, if I have been such a good person? And so on.
But, it would not be better if we think for what. What is the purpose of the circumstances and what can I do to find the reasons. When I say reasons I am not referring to reasons for felling m as a victim, bur reasons for finding the best solutions, in order to take advantages of it and assume it as a challenge not as a problem or something that make me feel inferior or someone with less opportunities because of the circumstances whatever they are.
For me, life means up and downs. Depending on the attitude that each person has to face it, it will be the result of what they want to learn, know and discover. We need it to find the balance. The balance, many people always expect to achieve for having “a happy life”.
MEMORABLE FRIENDSHIP
ReplyDeleteThis story began when I was 12 years old, and I was at school. At that time I met someone who was the best friend that I have always had. She was Tatiana or better Tatiis. She was pretty, beautiful, kind, friendly, polite, she always smiling, and many more features that make her unique.
She was the unique women in her family, she had one youngest brother, and her parents considered that she was their princess. Tatiis and I studied in the school since sixth grade, we shared many moments, we made things like: song´s video, projects, draws, presentations, and many more activities together.
Apparently she had good health, because we did physical activity on sundays; but, one day she had a stomach ache, so her parents gave her a pain pill, this episode occurred about 5 times, and my dear friend lasted about 5 days with this pain. After that, she was in a hospital about 3 days, but doctors said “she has a simple pain of stomach, she needs continue with this dose”, thus, my friend came back to her house. One month passed when my friend fainted, she had cancer.
She fought a year and a half with this fucking disease, but she was not able to win. She died leaving a big void in the hearts of people around her. It happened in June 21 of 2011. Also, she received her diploma degree.
My advice for you is that we must enjoy each moment with our dearest people, because for dying we only need to be alive.
Thanks
Laura Katherine Silva Nova
WE ARE SISTERS BUT WE ARE SO DIFFERENT
ReplyDeleteI am the youngest daughter in my house. My father had a bus that travel for different towns of Boyacá while my sister was studding veterinarian medicine at UPTC in Tunja. But one day my father had to stay in home for a meeting so he sent a supply driver who suffer and accident in that trip, my father’s bus was too damaged so he had to repair it, it was so expensive then my parents should cancel my sister’s semester , she was eighteen years old and it was very frustrated for her, she did not understand the situation, she wanted continue studding without matter my parent’s economic situation but it was so difficult for them considering that they must look after other three children, my two brothers and I. My sister only could start to work while the situation got better, she was working as businesswoman then she met Alejandro, my brother in law and something changed the plan, my sister got pregnant. It was so hard to my family because she had to be our example, but like always a son is a blessing so we had to accept it; now we really love my nephew, my sister could not continue her studies because my parents did not support her after that. I did not believe that this situation will affect to me… eight years after my nephew’s born I finished my high school and I wanted to study modern languages in UPTC in Tunja but my parents disagree for my sister experience. So I spent two years to convince them, I started almost three degrees and anyone was I wanted and my parents knew it so they let me show them that I am different and that they could trust me. Now I am in eighth semester and all my family hope the best of me.
Angelica Martínez Huertas 201210009
ReplyDeleteTHE BEAUTIFUL COLOURS CAN CHANGE IN A FEW MINUTES
ReplyDeleteSometimes we think that all in our lives it is right, but everything can change in a second.
My dad is the most important person in our little family. He is bus driver. His job is safe, because he always have all the carefulness that this job deserves. He have worked as a bus driver since more than 20 years, and never have had an accident, until the 5th April of 2014.
He was working as always, and had a route from Duitama to Cucúta. Those journeys require two drivers, because the journey take twelve hours. He was with his partner Javier, they started their journey at 6 p.m., and everything was right at that moment.
He always call my mom, to tell her how was the job, and how is he. We were waiting for his call at 6 a.m. of the next day, but the phone never rang. We thought that maybe he was busy. Then we received a call, more or less at 7 a.m., it was Mrs. Rosita, my mom’s friend. She told that the bus where were my dad, had had an accident. My mom was in shock. Quickly, we went to the neighbor’s shop, and started to call every one. We call traffic police, the ticket offices of the nearest towns, and my dad. But no one answered. The sadness, the concern, the uncertainty, were overrunning our hearts. Finally at 8 a.m. we received a call, it was a nurse that told us that my dad was right. And we talked to him. It was not much time from the first call to the second, but for us it was an eternity.
My dad was in Chitagá, a little town between Pamplona and Presidente. Fortunately the injuries of my dad were mild. He had a hematoma in the right lung, and some knockings in his arms and in the head. That same day we travel to Pamplona, because he would be transferred to that town. We travel at 2 p.m. of the same day, and arrived at 3 a.m. of the next day. That meeting was so heavy, because finally we could feel in our own hands his safety. My mom decided to stay with him, and I had to return, because I had to care my sisters, and a lot of work at university.
Our friends helped us a lot, they gave us all the support that we needed. They take care of my sisters, they offer money, Liliana (a partner of job and friend of my dad) gave us the tickets to Pamplona, and she offered the return tickets. My dad could not work for a month, but we received a lot of visits, a lot of groceries, and sometimes money, that helped us a lot because my dad is the only person that work in my family.
It was a situation to reach bottom, but we did not. Because of our family and friends.
Thanks!
Johana Arango Suárez.
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ReplyDeleteA reality never desired
ReplyDeleteShe never was with us. The study always was the most important thing; the time at home was very short and the food never was prepared for her. However for the family the little moments were very valued because we felt very happy. The years always were the same thing; mommy never was for us, for me in my rebellious years, for my brothers in their childhood. I was the mommy for their, I cared my brothers all the time and daddy was very different, he played with us, he laughed with all of us but because the job the time was short too.
Mommy is mommy and she screamed all the time, she was very angry with us for the floor, for the disarray at home but we loved her. The day that I read the messages, the text that told me that she was not that I thought was the beginning of a bad story in my family, she was in love and not with daddy, she talked all the time with that person, she hated daddy, she did not endured him, she wanted went so far from us, she screamed that she was very tired of her life, she wanted other things, she wanted to live very far.
It was a very bad moment in my life, she left home, she left us, daddy and us cried and cried all the time, we felt very incomplete, we did not want anything, and mommy did not love us. She was very happy so far and with other things. The things are the same in our life, the family was separated I went to live with my daughter in an apartment , my brother went to live with a friend, my father live with my little sister and my little brother. The special days are not important for me because my family is destroyed.
I do not talk very much with my mother and I was very sad because my father is not happy.
Yadisa cordon
BECAUSE OF THE MIRROR
ReplyDeleteIt was five minutes to ten. There was nothing in my bag. It was obvious, that fantastic little world made not only of sheets but of great ideas, was not there and I began to feel that my body was not there either. I could hear to the sound of her heels, she was each time closer and my heart was beating faster. I am not overacting, I became pale, and I had a stomachache, even a slight sickness. I just desired two things: Disappearing from there and being with my mom. I cannot deny it; I was a very spoiled girl, even now. I could not suppress that terrible expression on my face; I never imagined that day would arrive. I had listened to her plenty of times shouting at my classmates and scolding them in such a harsh way that I felt goose bumps. I was convinced that day was my turn and I shivered.
She was the most serious and strict teacher at school. I could not accept that. I was really afraid. It was worse than when my dad was about giving me a beating. I felt like a mixture of feelings in all my body. I had a gander through the window and I wish to be a tree that waved its big leaves on the air. I was filled with the longing of being that sheep that was eating grass calmly, but then I thought that perhaps that day she had to die and I changed my mind. I was lost in my ideation that I did not realize that the teacher had already entered in the classroom. When I saw her I felt like if I had looked a monster. My legs and hands were shaking.
After a while, she demanded us to take our books out, because she had already let us to know that who did not carry on the book, could not be in her class. Everyone had the book except my sister and I. I could not talk, just as the teacher realized that we did not have the book called us out of the classroom. There, I started to pay attention to her discourse. It was a cold day and the deep silence let I heard each word clearly, anything could change what was going on, did not even a tiny tear that rolled on my cheek.
I just wanted to cry a lot, but what I did not know was that the teacher and my sister were not as sensitive as I was. I can remember that my sister asked me: Are you silly or what? But the worst part was what my teacher said: If I were your mom I would give you a beating that you would never forget. There are more important reasons to burst into tears for. I did not say anything; my hearth was broken because that teacher had never yelled at me before.
My sister and I decided to go back for the book at home. My house was forty minutes in bicycle from the school, at least for me because I always biked very slowly. When we were about to ride in our bicycles, the alarm clock went off and I woke up with the heavy breathing and sweating. Off course with a sensation of peace because that had been just a dream or I should call it a nightmare.
The first thing I did when I got up was to check if there was the book in my bag. It was not because I had been reading in the dining room and the book was there. So, I ran to seek it because I wanted to be sure that I would not fail to remember it. But I was surprised because the book was not in that place. My mother had lent it to my neighbor because he needed some photocopies. When he gave me it back I ran to my bedroom but I got distracted looking at me in the mirror and then the time flied and we had to go out quickly.
When it was five minutes to ten, before starting the reading class I realized that I had forgotten the book on my bed. At least I learned that it is more important to read a book than to look at yourself in the mirror.
By: Laura Marcela Pérez M
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ReplyDeleteFighting by create knowledge in the music
ReplyDeleteIt began with my passion by the music and how it was happen, my dad in his youth was a big musician for the parties and under the alcohol was a kind of icon for his friends in those times, after in my childhood he told me some stories about his guitars and how he had to save some money for buy his guitars, same like me in these times sometimes playing for drunk people in serentas, also about his stories how he found some chicks and fall in love with each of them, and the same time how he was let down with the false love etc…..
I was speaking with him about how was learn to play guitar and he said me how it was really hard for him after this we were speaking how is in the beginning and were talking ‘bout it and the conclusion was It’s really hard because your fingers are trying to blood when you are playing as a beginner in the same way sing is really shameful, for me was really funny because I remembered playing under the alcohol, and singing a lot of with my friends same like my father’s stories, tobe shy is not the answer for a drunk guy I was thinking, in my case a beginner in the guitar and without alcohol ohm Jesus in that epoch could have been terrible for my presentations, but with a lot effort I could change those things leave behind the alcohol and the fear to sing in public for playing my guitar and show my feelings
Diego Mariño
AN EXAMPLE OF LIFE
ReplyDeleteThis story is about a person that I admire for her courage. Her name is Magali Peña. One day her husband won the lottery and all he did was buy a big loudspeakers. When he came home his wife wanted to kill him telling him what they were going to do with this? After a few years these loudspeakers became their working tool.
They had a son and they wanted to plan another pregnancy, so 9 months after, born a beautiful girl, their home looked perfect and happy until the girl began to suffer a disease called leukemia, so they decided to take her to USA seeking to save the girl, but unfortunately after 2 years of being there she died. They return to Colombia and Magaly became depressed, not knowing that another baby was on the way, she expected another girl, but when another son was born her life collapsed to the point of needing a psychologist so that she would accept her son.
The years passed, the childrens grew up, and together make up an orchestra with the instruments that Mr had bought. Magali became singer and her two sons started playing instruments. The orchestra began to be recognized, and one day they had a presentation in Paya Boyacá. When they climbed a mountain in a truck, the truck overturned and fell into the abyss, all people fell and the only one who died was Mr.
They were alone and Magali assumed the role of mom and dad with her two soons and no money because all contracts were in the name of her husband. They had a time of economic crisis where their only meal was rice and eggs.
Nobody helped them, but with time and thanks to the orchestra, they began to rise up and today the two sons are professionals thanks to their mother, and they live happily despite of the empty of their father and sister.
DIANA HERNÁNDEZ