-- Leaving pieces --

Where are you now?

You used to be here...

keeping me safe...

though silently broken...

I wonder:

What are you looking for this time?

(Written by Blark)

-- Mourning --

If I could touch you... maybe green would become gray!

I'm just a shadow of what I used to be...

(Written by Blark)

The Angel

(A poem by William Blake)

I dreamt a dream! What can it mean?

And that I was a maiden Queen

Guarded by an Angel mild:

Witless woe was ne'er beguiled!

And I wept both night and day,

And he wiped my tears away;

And I wept both day and night,

And hid from him my heart's delight.

So he took his wings, and fled;

Then the morn blushed rosy red.

I dried my tears, and armed my fears

With ten-thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;

I was armed, he came in vain;

For the time of youth was fled,

And grey hairs were on my head.

This poem is avaliable to download in the following link: http://www.spectrumgothic.com.br/literatura/autores/blake.htm

The Truth...

THE GARDEN OF LOVE

(By William Blake)

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen;
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.

This poem is avaliable in: http://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/blake/garden_of_love.html

Abstract about Language

Self-Access Study and Cooperative Foreign Language Learning through Computers

Prof. Dra. Mariangela BRAGA NORTE

Universidade Estadual Paulista

   
ABSTRACT

The purpose of this paper is to show the importance of extra-class study and self instruction in Foreign Language Learning (FLL), especially with the use of computers. Learning is an individual act and the teachers know that the ideal language student is the one that is responsible for his/her self-learning. This research presents two experiences of learning with the computer. The first part deals with autonomous learning and the use of CD-Roms and other software. The second part points out the use of e-mail with the objective of developing comprehension, writing and the amplification of cultural exchange in a cooperative study paradigm. The study followed a qualitative methodology. Data were gathered using the following procedures: interviews with the students involved in the process, students’ diaries, students’ self evaluation sheets, dialogues and teachers’ observation. Results indicate the relevance of the use of computer/internet as a way of improving FL teaching and learning.

KEYWORDS: computer/internet, e-mail, self-access learning, cooperative study.

The whole article can be found in the folowing address:

http://rle.ucpel.tche.br/php/edicoes/v8n2/mariangela_braganorte.pdf

A tale by Lord Byron...

The Giaour - A Fragment of a Turkish Tale

(A tale by Lord Byron, 1813)

Dark as to thee my deeds may seem-
My memory now is but the tomb
Of joys long dead-my hope-their doom-
Though better to have died with those
Than bear a life of lingering woes-

[...]

I do not ask him not to mourn,
Such cold request might sound like scorn;
And what than friendship's manly tear
May better grace a brother's bier?
But bear this ring-his own of old-
And tell him-what thou dost behold!
The withered frame, the ruined mind,
The wrack by passion left behind-
A shrivelled scroll, a scatter'd leaf
Sear'd by the autumn blast of grief!

[...]

'Such is my name, and such my tale,
Confessor-to thy secret ear,
I breathe the sorrows I bewail,
And thank thee for the general tear
This glazing eye could never shed.
Then lay me with the humblest dead,
And save the cross above my head,
Be neither name nor emblem spread
By prying stranger to be read,
Or stay the passing pilgrim's tread.'
He pass'd-nor of his name and race
Hath left a token or a trace,
Save what the father must not say
Who shrived him on his dying day;
This broken tale was all we knew
Of her he lov'd, or him he slew.

My new blog...

Hello everybody!

I would like to tell you that I created another blog.

My intention was to facilitate for everyone: then I separated the blogs by subject.

My new blog is focused on subjective issues.

Well, I hope you enjoy it!

Take a look and feel free to comment whatever you want to...

I appreciate for future visits to my new blog, called "My Dark Silence".


To visit "My Dark Silence", click the folowing link:


http://www.mydarksilence.blogspot.com/

-- The Only Way --

A song of mine...
(by Blark)

I see someone cry
I hear another scream
Just to try make you really see
What still isn’t lost
But it’s totally distorted

(...)

Stop to think
About all you made believe
Nothing can be
Exactly the way you always wish

(...)

You can make a choice between
Enslave someone or forgive him
The evil exists only in you
The hell is only our new
Creation!

P.s.: The excerpt above was written in 2007, during an English Language Course I did in Itajuba. Actually, it's not a poem but a song... The idea was to play a song from any artist, but I decided to write my own song.

Unfortunately, there was no opportunity to perform it...

Anyway, enjoy the lyrics!!!

A poem about death...

THE SLEEPER

(by Edgar Alan Poe)

A T midnight, in the month of June,

I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapour, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain-top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the mist about its breast,
The ruin moulders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see, the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not for the world awake.
All beauty sleeps! — and, lo! where lies
With casement open to the skies
Irene with her destinies!


O, lady bright, can it be right,
This lattice open to the night?
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber, in and out,
And wave the curtain-canopy
So fitfully, so fearfully,
Above the closed and fringéd lid
'Neath which thy slumbering soul lies hid,
That o'er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts, the shadows rise and fall.
O, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o'er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden-trees!
Strange is thy pallor — strange thy dress —
Strange thy glorious length of tress,
And this all-solemn silentness!

The lady sleeps. O, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
This bed, being changed for one more holy,
This room for one more melancholy,
I pray to GOD that she may lie
Forever with uncloséd eye!
My love, she sleeps. O, may her sleep,
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall tomb unfold —
Some tomb that oft hath flung its black
And wing-like pannels, fluttering back,
Triumphant o'er the crested palls
Of her grand family funerals, —
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone, —
Some vault from out whose sounding door
She ne'er shall force an echo more,
Nor thrill to think, poor child of sin,
It was the dead who groan'd within.


18th, April, 1842.

Available in: http://www.poebrasil.com.br/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=214&Itemid=57

A poem about the silences...

SILENCE - A SONNET

(by EDGAR ALAN POE)

There are some qualities -- some incorporate things --
That have a double life -- life aptly made
The type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light -- evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence -- sea and shore --
Body and soul. One dwells in desert places
Newly with grass oergrown. Some solemn graces,
Some human memories (a tearful lore)
Render him terrorless -- his name's "No More".

He is the corporate Silence -- dread him not.
No power hath he of evil in himself.
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow -- (nameless elf,
Who haunteth the dim regions where hath trod
No foot of man) -- commend thyself to God!

25th, December, 1839.

Available in: http://www.poebrasil.com.br/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=213&Itemid=57

Far beyond what you see...

There are some things in our lives that we cannot see or understand very well... Some of us think they can...
Poor blind people, don't you know the life is more than your expensive clothes or your ignorant opinion about what you don't understand yet?
for those blind people, I have to say: being an angel in the dark is like live in the other side of world... deeper than the light that blind your eyes...

ANGEL IN THE DARK

(By NEMESEA)

A dream so real it takes her back
She's falling into her own past
The present has gone forever
Now she rest upon her bed
And then she cries... and then she feels... she feels so sad

Lost in memories she tries to fade away but fails
The darkness overrules the sky
She keeps on screaming: "tell me why!"

When will the light take over these dark days?
And will she ever wake and know it is all a lie?

Her eyes are closing slowly
The pain increases everyday
She wanted to fight, but walked away
And now there's nothing left to say

She used to live, she used to give
She always enjoyed life the way it was meant
But clouds they came and played their game
Casting a spell, so she'd fade away

But will she stand up to fight and protect her life?
Be what she wanted to be:
An angel in the dark!

Her dreams are taking over, the puzzle remains a mystery
But she ought to know by now
It's just imaginary...

P.s.: If you want to know more about the band (Nemesea), click the following link: http://www.nemesea.com/

A real song...

UNDERSTANDING

(by EVANESCENCE)

[You hold the answers deep within your own mind
Consciously you've forgotten it
That's the way the human mind works
Whenever something is too unpleasant or too shameful for us to entertain,
We reject it, we erase it from our memory
But the imprint is always there]


Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't cry it all away


The pain that grips you, the fear that binds you
Releases life in me
In our mutual shame, we hide our eyes [idolize] to blind them from the truth
That finds a way from who we are
Please don't be afraid when the darkness fades away
The dawn will break the silence screaming in our hearts
My love for you still grows, this I do for you
For I've tried to find the truth, my final time


[We're supposed to try to be real
And when you feel alone, you're not together
And that's real]


Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't cry it all away
Can't scratch it all


Lying beside you, listening to you breathe
The life that flows inside of you burns inside of me
Hold and speak to me of love without a sound
Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you
Cast me not away, say you'll be with me
For I know I cannot bear it all alone


[You're not alone, honey
Never, never]


Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
It just won't fade away


Can't wash it all away
Can't wish it all away
Can't throw it all away
Can't scratch it all away


Can't fight it all away
Can't hope it all away
Can't scream it all away
Ohh, it all away
Ohh, it all away


[But the imprint is always there
Nothing is ever really forgotten]


Because I'm dying too...
I'm dying too...
I'm dying too...

If you want to know more about the band (Evanescence), click the following link: http://www.evanescence.com/