Love and Its Beauty

Love and Its Beauty
chosen by: Ana Carolina


Description:
Like Les Miserables once said: "To love another person is to see the face of God." 


Love is what makes the world a better and more pleasent place to live in. It is what brings people together, and what makes people happy eventhough sometimes it doesn't turn to be the happy ending everybody wants. Love is just a word, people are the ones that give it a meaning, and that meaning can make a person's world divert. Love makes you feel unstoppable, capable of doing anything because it makes you strong, and even if it sometimes fails and makes you sad, despressed; you should give it a second, third, forth, and so on chance because even if some people think love is just stupid, it is what makes you happy.

Synopsis:
The poems in this notebook will be just about love, so you should read it, enjoy it and LOVE it.

• How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet 43) by Elizabett Barret Browning
• She Walks in Beauty by George Gordon Byron
• Two Loves by Lord Alfred Douglas
• True Love by Robert Penn Warren
• I Love You by Sara Teasdale
• The Kiss by Stephen Dunn
• When a Women Loves a Man by David Lehman
• A Perfume by John Koethe
• The Definition of Love by Andrew Marvel
• Love in a Life by Robert Browning
• Love by Simon Taylor Colerdige

Dreamy Cloud--Benjamin Moore--2117-70

 


She wanted,
to change the world,
but nobody
paid attention,
to her.

This girl who lived,
in a dreamy cloud,
a cloud like
Nimbostratus,
only seen on dark,
sad days,
or never seen
at all.

This girl who,
fell in love
with his azure eyes,
the eyes
that made her world
divert,
to a direction
that nobody turned to,
since her love,
in this world,
was like a dead rose,
meaningless.

This girl who's,
eyes produced significant precipitation,
but nobody cried
for her...
loved,
but was never loved in return...
laughed,
but at her own jokes...
felt,
the feelings nobody,
cared about
or were even showed...

This girl who wished
to be like other clouds,
like Cumulus and Cirrus,
fluffy,
radiant,
stunning,
vivid,
unique,
admired,
recognized...

This girl who's life,
was like frozen ice crystals
in the Earth's atmosphere,
cold,
lonely,
miserable.

This girl who,
was never anything...
who was,
like white paper
on white walls,
unnoticed,
unrecognizable,
never seen..
until the day,
she decided
to leave.

Julie and Julia: 365 Days, 524 Recipes, 1 Tiny Apartment Kitchen

Publisher: Julie Powell, National Bestseller

Genre: Memoir

Where I got It: My mom recomended the book to me.

One Sentence Summary: In an amazing way of telling the story, Julie Powell talks about her experience while learning how to cook, and how one person inspired her threw her writing of books--Julia Child. 

First Sentence: As far as I know, the only evidence supporting the theory that Julia Child first made Potage Parmentier during a bad bout of ennui is her own recipie for it.

First Chapter Review:  In this chapter--The Road to Hell is Paved with Leeks and Potatoes--started with Julie talking about one of Julia Childs's french potatoe soup and how, the way she wrote the recipie, was like poetry--inspiring.Which I thought that Julie said that her writing was like poetry because Julia inspired her to cook by her writings. Then she started talking about her life, job, you actually begin to know her. She introduces you to her boyfriend Eric, and how he sometimes doesn't appreciate what she cooks as much as pizza. 

Verdict: I really liked this book. It was not only interesting, but funny. You will laugh of the adventours she had while learning to cook. Julie taught me that to be great in something, you have to persists--that's the only thing that will make you great. I really recommend it to everyone who likes to cook.

Cover Comments: The cover of the book is yellow and has like a part of a kitchen drawn. It has a pot and a lobster on the cover like over a table. What is in the pot is kind of burning since it has smoke all around it and going outside of the cap which made me think--before reading the book--that she was not good at cooking. 

The cover was very creative, and It actually reflects what the story is about.

Only for Buisness

The tide was coming in,
Ralph chose the firm strip
as a path,
because he needed to think.

Pacing by the water,
He lost himself in amaze,
understanding
the wearisomness,
of this life.

He stopped,
facing the strip;
the time had come
for the assembly,
there must be no mistakes,
no chasing imaginary,
no fun,
but buisness.

The beach,
was dotted,
boys were
waiting,
waiting for the assembly
to start.

Grass was worn away,
the tide was coming in,
and again,
he lost himself
in deep waters.

Not for fun,
not for laughing,
ONLY for buisness.

There's no water,
shelfs are dry...

Someone called out,
they quited
slowly...
The beastie,
the talk of fear,
made people
start frightening.

Fear,
can't hurt you anymore,
I am a hunter;
or am I not?

I'm not
talking about fear,
But as for,
the beast!

Tormented,
by the silence,
necesity to speak,
to speak
in assembly,
tears lept from his eyes.

Maybe it's not,
only us...
its some sort,
of ghost.

The world,
understandable,
lawful world,
had gone away
with the wind.

A thin wail,
chill them,
powerless
to help them.

Where I'm From

I am from music, lyrics that bring back the moments, from Ipods and Taylor Swift.
From the ocean, the waves seen in my balcony going back and forth, the salty smell, the sound that conforts you.
From the books full of recipies in the black shelf, and the kitchen's particular cookie dough smell.

I am from Christmas, from family meatings in the living room.
From dad shouting on Sundays because we are late to mass,
From mom cooking and teaching me, but failed,
From the boxes still unopened full of pictures and memories from another place.

From running till someone says "got ya!!",
From counting till 50 and seeking for friends,
From drawing in the white, huge walls, the walls that,--in that time-- where as tall as the Empire State, living a particular crayola smell all over the house,
From trying to cook, but there was a voice saying "Don't touch the oven!", the voice that freaked me out.

I am from teenage love, from the voice always telling me that what goes up must come down, so don't let yourself fall.
From watching movies all over again just because I loved one particular part,
From running like a little kid just because it relaxes me.

I am from Colombia, yet I am not in that place.
From the I don't want to move to another place, and the I don't want to go back.

I am from those moments.
From the befores and afters,
From the things that have happened,
and the things that I am still waiting for,
From reaching for stars,
and even if I don't grab them,
I still  feel like I am on the top of the world.

Article on Japan's Natural Disaster

It was 2:44 pm (local time) in Japan. It had been a normal day. People were at work, others at home. Kids were arriving from school--some, not all. The ocean was azure, so as the sky. Everything was so normal in Japan. People trafficking  accelerated and decelerated, everything was just normal until the clock marked 2:46 pm... Suddenly everything started shaking. People couldn't stand straight, they were fitful, not steady. A massive earthquake of 8.9 magnitude had hit Japan. You could hear people shouting, cars crashing, the sound was as audible as it could possibly be.

Minutes later, the floor stopped shaking. People thought everything was over, all the natural causes. They didn't expect any other natural disaster happening, but 15-30 minutes later, a copious amount of water flooded all Japan causing houses, cars, farms, factories, get on fire. It left a lot of people homeless, dead, and disappeared. This tsunami was a 10 meter one.

The number of deaths is still unclear since a lot of persons are still missing.

Adept people in tsunamis and earthquakes investigated how the tsunami formed. They said it preceeded from the earthquake which means that the earthquake cause the tsunami and prompted at least 19 countries and islands in the Pacific Ocean to have tsunami alerts.

After all of this happened, their have been a lot of aftershocks.

Interviews of people that were their in Japan--people who were eyewitnesses of the natural disaster and survived-- said and described how Japan ended being, destroyed. This made a big impact on its economy. This means Japan needs our help.

The House on Mango Street

The "House on Mango Street" by Sandra Cisneros is a memoir book that will take you on a journey on the main character's, a Mexican girl named Esperanza, life living in Chicago. This book has gained its title by being the street were Esperanza lived her childhood, teenage years, in Chicago.

This memoir is written in fabulous vignettes that will not only teach you about how hard it is for a Mexican to live in the United States, but in a metaphoric way, it will teach you about how Esperanza felt about being Mexican, her relationship with her family and friends, not having much friends because of were she was, how she matured, what happened to her in her teenager years and how Mango Street changed her and her way of seeing life.

Esperanza comes to realize how she has separate more from her home. How she has mature and become a more responsible girl through time, and how even though she still thinks she hasn't found a real home of her own, writing this story and living in Mango Street has make her realize some secrets about herself she didn't know.

"The House on Mango Street" is a really good memoir. I like how you have to re-read and actually think deeply in to Sandra's words, to really know what she is meaning. I had fun reading it because each vignette contains a story in which you could really realize how difficult it is for a Mexican girl to live in the United States.

Lines I Loved:


- "In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting."
-  "Sally, you lied, you lied. He wouldn’t let me go. He said I love you, I love you, Spanish girl."
-"She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window."