Poetry, fables, stories and a few other things
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Words Deceased Wedding Program
| The young philosopher and his companions (Samaniego) For an old philosopher deep finally came out to visit the world. Attended one day, civil Among merry company, A rich and exquisite table. "hideous spectacle! Fiera thing! corpses covered the table In view of the man! ... And this is right to eat the spoils of death! Young recited in this way. When are the philosophical reasons, Devouring I respond: "If you have to live among the people, JOINING must to everything. " With a funny way, Praising the exquisite morsel, to him a fat bird. "Once you've hailed it true; But in the end (I said) already dead. Try for his life ... Consider What else do the eating, if you do not want. " The occasion, the words, example, And as I contemplate, I is not whiff exhaled by the hot bird, The young persuaded so that at last he ate. "Who dijiera it! Haber I devoured an innocent! " So cried, but coldly. The truth is, that led to this bait more easily fell again. from one another suitor And a partridge in a woodcock, I get the young the end of the day, forgetting their highest first, to be devoured like wild animals . Thus insinuate vices, grow, are perpetuated within the heart humans, to be their lords and tyrants. Why, that remedy? Unsuspecting youngsters, has early birds. Felix Maria Samaniego |
| Apples fruits not pretend to seduce; liking is how you can enjoy them. Brown faces offer cherry, peach, plum real. Buy. For the side of the tongue and palate, the eye is bad judge. Come to taste with delight the most seasoned fruit. On roses can make poetry; case of apples, you have to bite. Goethe's Faust (1749 - 1832), second part, act first. Although I am old with wandering Through empty lands and hilly lands, will find out where she has been And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk between the warm, long and mottled grass And pluck till time and made time The silver apples of the moon, The Golden Apples of the Sun Ray Bradbury, 1953 The Prince and the apple Wenceslao Fernández Flórez A Rascal Rat No. 7 - Tale hidden Prince Alejo Kortikoff was incredibly rich and incredibly powerful. When he was threatened by the revolution fled taking a single brilliant, all his riches, a bright plum-sized claudia: the biggest in Europe, linked to the family of Kortikoff from the time of Peter the Great. Its value was so exorbitant that no jeweler could buy. He offered the king of England and the King of England liked a lot but gave it back saying "If acquired this stone, not the money I would not need to order a jacket. Jewelers fragmentation advised then brilliant, but the haughty aristocrat refused to destroy the jewel that had been the pride of his race. He preferred to keep it on a bench awaiting propitious times. in misery, Prince Kortikoff followed the path of almost all Russian lords and he became a waiter at a fancy restaurant in Paris. Her coat served with such distinction and so exquisitely, that turn the tables were always occupied. Began to suffer from foot, but he made enough to not be considered very unfortunate. Suddenly, his character changed, became more sullen and silent, answering in monosyllables and one idea kept constantly furrowed his brow. One night the American wealthy Frederic Scott, a regular patron of the Prince, gave, as usual, to pay the bill, a hearty tip. "I would ask you a favor," said Kortikoff, then -. More than the money offered to me, would appreciate it if you use a fork and knife paring apples. Mr. Scott went to red, because it was true that peeled the fruit as a domestic zafia can peel a potato. answer truthfully: I can not, Alejo Semenovitch. I've tried a thousand times, and many saw the apple out of the dish, more or less rapidly. I ride like a cowboy, play tennis, I open cans whose keys have been lost, I tie myself in my tie and I can repair any fault in an electrical installation. But I can not peel an apple with the help of fork. I lack skill and know that we fail to do this ever. "Take another dessert," advised the prince. "I need an apple after each meal to digest without too much agony. next day Kortikoff refused to attend the call of the U.S.. The restaurant owner had a conference with the prince. - Why do not you want to serve Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott is a gentleman. "No doubt. "It's a good customer of the house. "No doubt. -Le notice to you. "Perhaps. But Mr. Scott does not know peel the apples. I suffer a lot. He believed he could get used to him doing so, but I've failed. Far from it torments me every day more. -Alejo said the employer - you need to attend to Mr. Frederic Scott. The illustrious waiter argued nothing. Came out, but instead of heading to his post, followed the corridor leading to a room neat and small on the door of which was rampant in a plate of enamel significant enough a word: the correct word Dames. Sitting at the door, dressed in black, with an apron and a white cap, fat and dignified, always ready to offer a brief towel pile was within reach, was the Princess Anne Petrowna, earning a living, wonderful and solemn , for the pleasure of being served by it, many of the ladies who came to the restaurant did not hesitate to be suspected of suffering from polyuria. It was the only person who fired the prince to leave his post. "Goodbye, Ana Petrowna" she said simply. I decided to leave. kissed the hand of the proud employee and five minutes later he walked, sad, but Arrogant, the boulevard of the Italians. |
| Beef and Lobster A can of beef, chained as a pair of binoculars, he saw happen to a lobster that looked like him fraternally. Iba is armed with a hard shell, which was read to the inside, as in the can, everything was tender (Bonneless and Economical) Under the tail folded You probably hid the key to open a lobster. Suddenly love, Ox sedentary, said the small car keeps alive if you find acclimated with Him on the ground windows, would be decorated with many gold medals. |
| Olivas and cherries Sofia, poor thing, come here. Take me to the ditch, washed my feet with your hands and squeeze olives and violets perfumármelos later, on the grass Today will be my slave, follow me and obey me, and when the day is done I will give you the garden of my mother figs and cherries for yours barefoot Songs of Bilitis by Pierre Louÿs |
| The gaping "Child beggars. It has snowed. The skylight lit poor because they are brought to retortero to see how does the blond bread baker. Miran around the gray white arm an auxiliary furnace. The baker bakes good bread, a smile on your face rock some singing. tight, or encourages a next to the window as a heated lap. When making a ensaimada brings forth bread baking golden strong arm ... " Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891) Aromas around here smell like roses and jasmine beyond, breaths of your clothes, auras of your beauty, approached a chair and sit at the table and knows you and the morsel of bread wheat. Baldomero Fernandez Moreno (1886 - 1950) Moon Trigger "... A poem is a table or a bread, or a wall or a chair , or a boot. With a table with a bread , to a wall with a chair , with a boot, can not change the world ... " " ... Give the man all what you need. weights for weighing, measuring measures, proudly donated bread, flower air real pain, joy spotless .... " " ... I have right wine, oil, Museum to Encyclopedia Britannica to a place on the bus, a park abandoned to a dock, a lily , out, to stay, to dance on Skin the Last Man Old my new skeleton, covered with new skin brand new man .... " Raúl González Tuñón (1905 - 1974) Ah, my friends, speak rhymes "... What would you do you, say, without that body than yours, if fragile, and if injured, live from "division", dismissed the "spirit", he says darkly that their games with the bread he kneaded and sometimes you should get an insult to rock? " Juan Laurentino.Ortiz (1896 - 1978) |
| cisely A Beloved Absent "I equated to a famous goddess, and you enthralled with her singing and with another one. But it was, and now stands out among the Lydian women as well as the rosy-fingered moon outshines all the stars after sunset. And its bright silver bath sea salt, and illuminates the flowery meadows, where the dew has fallen and sprouted roses, sweet chervil, sweet clover flowers. " Poems of Sappho (650 BC - 580 , BC) |
| Sal Limits "... And the steadily flowing Rhone and the lake, all this yesterday over which today I bend? be as lost as Carthage with fire and salt erased latino ....? Jorge Francisco Isidoro Luis Borges (1899 - 1986) |
Food related
| Woodcock |
| Ox |
| Cherries |
| Quail |
| Lobster |
| Apples |
| Olivas |
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| cisely |
| Pigeons |
| Sal |
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