tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59656908428709601922024-02-18T19:40:33.926-08:00Everything I LikeCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-20949719171929521092009-11-06T08:19:00.000-08:002009-11-06T08:45:32.041-08:00Letter to you<div align="justify">Dear friends,<br /><br />I am writing to thank you for the visits to my blog. I like very much all the things that I put here: two lyrics, two poems, an abstract about Realismo Fantástico and a synopsis about the movie The curious case of Benjamim Button. I hope you enjoyed it! It was done with great affection!!<br /><br />Thank you! Kisses.<br /><br /><br />Carol</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-24406876178149095152009-11-06T07:52:00.000-08:002009-11-06T08:46:25.707-08:00How to write a letter<div align="justify">Nowadays it's very difficult writing a letter because there are many other options: internet, cell phone... But it's very important to know writing a letter: sending a quick note for a friend to say hello or composing a business letter.<br />Know to write a letter (step by step):<br /><br />1º - Provide the context of the letter;<br />2º - Start with a proper greeting;<br />3º - Write an opening paragraph;<br />4º - Construct the body of the letter;<br />5º - Use the closing paragraph to indicate the type of response you are seeking;<br />6º - Include a closing;<br />7º - Address your envelope.<br /><br />That's all!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Carol</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-10830059039532872942009-11-05T16:43:00.000-08:002009-11-06T08:50:00.567-08:00The curious case of Benjamin Button<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eNUvBVpD__E2MzSPssUa8-BTKMJdwiRXk1B7P6cuNsAwIQS-SAGToSGX7d__EsqkNPKZAEHMGi-g5h00xsZq9njYBS8cewPpNfSko3bogqZCL-YGqT7tOBlMMvwAZ-_UB_Ftp-f4d6hf/s1600-h/curious.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401033870571861186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eNUvBVpD__E2MzSPssUa8-BTKMJdwiRXk1B7P6cuNsAwIQS-SAGToSGX7d__EsqkNPKZAEHMGi-g5h00xsZq9njYBS8cewPpNfSko3bogqZCL-YGqT7tOBlMMvwAZ-_UB_Ftp-f4d6hf/s200/curious.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify">The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is a drama movie directed by David Fincher. The screenplay by Eric Roth and Robin Swicord is based on the 1921 short story of the same name by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The movie stars Brad Pitt as a man who ages in reverse and Cate Blanchett as the love interest throughout his life. The film was released in the United States on December 25, 2008. Brad Pitt did a great job. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button was the best movie that I saw. </div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-6398420229052336392009-11-04T08:44:00.000-08:002009-11-04T09:13:02.905-08:00Modern Fairy Tale<div align="justify">Once upon a time there was a dear girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child.<br />Her grandmother's name was Zizi. She was very kindly an old woman. She lived in Copacabana, Rio de Janeiro. Zizi loved walking along the beach with Mary, her granddaughter.<br />Mary was twenty years old. She was beautiful, inteligent and very calm. Mary lived with her grandmother because she didn't have her parents anymore. Mary's parents died when she was ten years old.<br />Zizi and Mary were always together. They used to go shopping, visist beaches... They walked to all Rio de Janeiro.<br />One day, when Mary was at the university, Zizi went to the supermarket. When she went out from there, two men caught her bag. Zizi tried to obstruct them, but it wasn't possible.<br />After that she called her granddaughter and the police. If somebody had called to police immediately perhaps they wouldn't have got her bag to back. In spite of this Mary was very happy because of her grandmother was fine.<br />Nowadays Zizi is much more attentive. She thought to move the city, but she loves the sea, the beaches, and Mary loves it too.</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-49825696013892332662009-11-02T09:26:00.000-08:002009-11-02T10:23:44.938-08:00Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel García Márquez) - Synopsis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2wHKEyiXcTbtAd5XSsNNLEFNr6sFosk4_NwvVEdviar15hTlnrnIYHPTWddBRqbb_GRt6MCmGaehBXlrncq7wBHW816pIMLo2C5yyTVGVPc5RJhfjSKtsY4gAJ-5ASIlXVcKsOszVDwX/s1600-h/o-amor-nos-tempos-do-colera2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399573681562729010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2wHKEyiXcTbtAd5XSsNNLEFNr6sFosk4_NwvVEdviar15hTlnrnIYHPTWddBRqbb_GRt6MCmGaehBXlrncq7wBHW816pIMLo2C5yyTVGVPc5RJhfjSKtsY4gAJ-5ASIlXVcKsOszVDwX/s200/o-amor-nos-tempos-do-colera2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="justify">In the late 1800s, in a Caribbean port city, a young telegraph operator named Florentino Ariza falls deliriously in love with Fermina Daza, a beautiful student. She is so sheltered that they carry on their romance secretly, through letters and telegrams. When Fermina Daza's father finds out about her suitor, he sends her on a trip intended to make her forget the affair. Lorenza Daza has much higher ambitions for his daughter than the humble Florentino. Her grief at being torn away from her lover is profound, but when she returns she breaks off the relationship, calling everything that has happened between them an illusion.<br />Instead, she marries the elegant, cultured, and successful Dr. Juvenal Urbino. As his wife, she will think of herself as "the happiest woman in the world." Though devastated by her rejection, Florentino Ariza is not one to be deterred. He has declared his eternal love for Fermina, and determines to gain the fame and fortune he needs to win her back. When Fermina's husband at last dies, 51 years, 9 months, and 4 days later, Florentino Ariza approaches Fermina again at her husband's funeral. There have been hundreds of other affairs, but none of these women have captured his heart as Fermina did. "He is ugly and sad," says one of his lovers, "but he is all love."<br /><br />In this magnificent story of a romance, Garcia Marquez beautifully and unflinchingly explores the nature of love in all its guises, small and large, passionate and serene. Love can emerge like a disease in these characters, but it can also outlast bleak decades of war and cholera, and the effects of time itself.</div>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-31324041278058653662009-11-02T08:36:00.000-08:002009-11-02T08:56:17.116-08:00Read about Realismo Fantástico<p align="justify">This article analyses two stories by Murilo Rubião: Teleco, o Coelhinho and Os Dragões, both published in the most recent edition of the collection "A Casa do Girassol Vermelho" (1993). The approach presented here focuses on the recurring procedures in the author’s work regarding the fantastic. Paradoxically, the fantastic here is part of the search for a radical realism, which highlights the author’s view about man: Rubião follows the saga of beings imprisoned by the bureaucracy of daily life, annihilated by a permanent misery, which the fantastic element actually lays bare.<br /><br />Key-words: Realism, Fantastic, Murilo Rubião<br /><br /><br />OLIVEIRA, Silvana. COELHOS E DRAGÕES: Uma leitura de dois contos de Murilo Rubião. Unicamp.</p>Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-38988249670151141742009-11-02T07:50:00.000-08:002009-11-02T08:33:39.291-08:00The Phoenix and the Turtle (William Shakespeare)The Phoenix and the Turtle<br />Let the bird of loudest lay<br />On the sole Arabian tree,<br />Herald sad and trumpet be,<br />To whose sound chaste wings obey.<br />But thou shrieking harbinger,<br />Foul precurrer of the fiend,<br />Augur of the fever's end,<br />To this troop come thou not near.<br /><br />From this session interdict<br />Every fowl of tyrant wing<br />Save the eagle, feather'd king:<br />Keep the obsequy so strict.<br /><br />Let the priest in surplice white<br />That defunctive music can,<br />Be the death-divining swan,<br />Lest the requiem lack his right.<br /><br />And thou, treble-dated crow,<br />That thy sable gender mak'st<br />With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,<br />'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.<br /><br />Here the anthem doth commence:—<br />Love and constancy is dead;<br />Phoenix and the turtle fled<br />In a mutual flame from hence.<br /><br />So they loved, as love in twain<br />Had the essence but in one;<br />Two distincts, division none;<br />Number there in love was slain.<br /><br />Hearts remote, yet not asunder;<br />Distance, and no space was seen<br />'Twixt the turtle and his queen:<br />But in them it were a wonder.<br /><br />So between them love did shine,<br />That the turtle saw his right<br />Flaming in the phoenix' sight;<br />Either was the other's mine.<br /><br />Property was thus appall'd,<br />That the self was not the same;<br />Single nature's double name<br />Neither two nor one was call'd.<br /><br />Reason, in itself confounded,<br />Saw division grow together;<br />To themselves yet either neither;<br />Simple were so well compounded,<br /><br />That it cried, 'How true a twain<br />Seemeth this concordant one!<br />Love hath reason, reason none<br />If what parts can so remain.'<br /><br />Whereupon it made this threne<br />To the phoenix and the dove,<br />Co-supremes and stars of love,<br />As chorus to their tragic scene.<br /><br />THRENOS<br /><br />BEAUTY, truth, and rarity,<br />Grace in all simplicity,<br />Here enclosed in cinders lie.<br /><br />Death is now the phoenix' nest;<br />And the turtle's loyal breast<br />To eternity doth rest,<br /><br />Leaving no posterity:<br />'Twas not their infirmity,<br />It was married chastity.<br /><br />Truth may seem, but cannot be;<br />Beauty brag, but 'tis not she;<br />Truth and beauty buried be.<br /><br />To this urn let those repair<br />That are either true or fair;<br />For these dead birds sigh a prayer.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-90774336114233794052009-11-02T07:39:00.000-08:002009-11-02T07:50:23.984-08:00Annabel Lee (Edgar Allan Poe)It was many and many a year ago, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgZlBOFfboBLMBK-4rIkBlJR4Z74AI0CtwEn2-2MGSzs5fpi9SXty86texRvCWpdUB8J9BMFQEbmheXxrzM8ddKgmjAlEiI9ZOGHWHedZ_XZIoUKC86UMau4SJ3GGShDTv55Qzy_XLpxM/s1600-h/edgar-allans-poe.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399533388145090802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIgZlBOFfboBLMBK-4rIkBlJR4Z74AI0CtwEn2-2MGSzs5fpi9SXty86texRvCWpdUB8J9BMFQEbmheXxrzM8ddKgmjAlEiI9ZOGHWHedZ_XZIoUKC86UMau4SJ3GGShDTv55Qzy_XLpxM/s200/edgar-allans-poe.gif" /></a><br />In a kingdom by the sea,<br />That a maiden there lived whom you may know<br />By the name of Annabel Lee;<br />And this maiden she lived with no other thought<br />Than to love and be loved by me.<br /><br />I was a child and she was a child,<br />In this kingdom by the sea;<br />But we loved with a love that was more than love-<br />I and my Annabel Lee;<br />With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven<br />Coveted her and me.<br /><br />And this was the reason that, long ago,<br />In this kingdom by the sea,<br />A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling<br />My beautiful Annabel Lee;<br />So that her highborn kinsman came<br />And bore her away from me,<br />To shut her up in a sepulchre<br />In this kingdom by the sea.<br /><br />The angels, not half so happy in heaven,<br />Went envying her and me-<br />Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,<br />In this kingdom by the sea)<br />That the wind came out of the cloud by night,<br />Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.<br /><br />But our love it was stronger by far than the love<br />Of those who were older than we-<br />Of many far wiser than we-<br />And neither the angels in heaven above,<br />Nor the demons down under the sea,<br />Can ever dissever my soul from the soul<br />Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.<br /><br />For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams<br />Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;<br />And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes<br />Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;<br />And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side<br />Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,<br />In the sepulchre there by the sea,<br />In her tomb by the sounding sea.Carolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-42024281531817746282009-11-02T07:29:00.000-08:002009-11-04T09:14:35.649-08:00Everything (Michael Bublé)You're a falling star <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRxz7B6fmRX0uw3u3w4N3Kfq0LOeUtPeIc7L5ZJPqdr1YmDoSBAn1VoHfqHozekALVf1gzQuW9fXLQ8HLb1hmivivPW0kwFpMg_RPdHJ2di3-JjDYYaVsA003zFfnbZmp254R-YPdnjJm/s1600-h/michael-buble1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399530699845789666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjRxz7B6fmRX0uw3u3w4N3Kfq0LOeUtPeIc7L5ZJPqdr1YmDoSBAn1VoHfqHozekALVf1gzQuW9fXLQ8HLb1hmivivPW0kwFpMg_RPdHJ2di3-JjDYYaVsA003zFfnbZmp254R-YPdnjJm/s200/michael-buble1.jpg" /></a><br />You're the getaway car<br />You're the line in the sand<br />When I go too far<br />You're the swimming pool<br />On an august day<br />And you're the perfect thing to say<br />And you play it cool but it's kinda cute<br />Oh when you smile at me you know exactly what you do<br />Baby don't pretend that you don't know it's true<br />Cause you can see it when I look at you<br /><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything<br /><br />You're a carousel<br />You're a wishing well<br />And you light me up<br />When you ring my bell<br />You're a mystery<br />You're from out of space<br />You're every minute of my every day<br /><br />And I can't believe that i'm your man<br />And I get to kiss you baby just because I can<br />Whatever comes our way<br />We'll see it through<br />And you know that's what our love can do<br /><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything<br /><br />And in this crazy life<br />And through these crazy times<br />It's you<br />It's you<br />You make me sing<br />You're every line<br />You're every word<br />You're everything...<br /><br />You're every song<br />And i sing along<br />Cause you're my everythingCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5965690842870960192.post-22513052049375285722009-11-02T07:13:00.000-08:002009-11-02T07:49:53.743-08:00Dear God (Avenged Sevenfold)<em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399528464868764914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn7LYUxAPZZd6OsXD9c3VEJqjamD7BZ7xGeI_5RX9vjL02G-tiFEwpjzmg7WmHHwf3BIQlN3HLPUseQtzg_2VQIRTuTtdq9HyQrfeLuQq6rjumwkPXIjpAAtE2rmHFz21Dt5JKBJV3ayXL/s320/avengedsevenfold.jpg" /></em><br /><em></em><br />A lonely road, crossed another cold state line<br />Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find<br />While I recall all the words you spoke to me<br />Can't help but wish that I was there<br />Back where I'd love to be, oh yeah<br /><br />Dear God the only thing I ask of you is<br />to hold her when I'm not around,<br />when I'm much too far away<br />We all need that person who can be true to you<br />But I left her when I found her<br />And now I wish I'd stayed<br />'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired<br />I'm missing you again oh no<br />Once again<br /><br />There's nothing here for me on this barren road<br />There's no one here while the city sleeps<br />and all the shops are closed<br />Can't help but think of the times I've had with you<br />Pictures and some memories will have to help me through, oh yeah<br /><br />Dear God the only thing I ask of you is<br />to hold her when I'm not around,<br />when I'm much too far away<br />We all need that person who can be true to you<br />I left her when I found her<br />And now I wish I'd stayed<br />'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired<br />I'm missing you again oh no<br />Once again<br /><br />Some search, never finding a way<br />Before long, they waste away<br />I found you, something told me to stay<br />I gave in, to selfish ways<br />And how I miss someone to hold<br />when hope begins to fade...<br /><br />A lonely road, crossed another cold state line<br />Miles away from those I love purpose hard to find<br /><br />Dear God the only thing I ask of you is<br />to hold her when I'm not around,<br />when I'm much too far away<br />We all need the person who can be true to you<br />I left her when I found her<br />And now I wish I'd stayed<br />'Cause I'm lonely and I'm tired<br />I'm missing you again oh no<br />Once againCarolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04197339442914226951noreply@blogger.com0