My Favorite Spanish Poem
Cancion De Jinete
De Fedrico Garcia Lorca
Cordoba.
Lejana y sola.
Jaca negra, luna grande,
y aceitunas en mi alforja.
Aunque sepa los caminos
yo nunca llegare a Cordoba.
Por el llano, por el viento,
jaca negra, luna roja.
La muerte me esta mirando
desde las torres de Cardoba.
A?Ay que camino tan largo!
A?Ay mi jaca valerosa!
A?Ay, que la muerte me espera,
antes de llegara Cordoba!
Cordoba.
Lejana y sola.
If you didn`tunderstand what this poem meant..then uneed to educate
yourself....LOL..Just Playin Wit Ya`ll
Here is a Poem I wrote (it doesn`t have a name):
Your iridescent skin glows with much anticipation of feeling from
the honey coated sun. Your smile tells a story which enchants its
most important critic, me. Never willyousigh or cry at the loss of
want.Want for many people, things, and thoughts. I will help you
make decisions when you are feeling indecisive. Though they will
not always be the right ones, I promise I will stay inside ofyou,
Encouraging you and helping you for the next time there is a
decision to be made. Trust that I will listen to you whenever
youhave something to say, whenever u need someonewho cares for you,
who loves you, who will respect you with the utmost deep intention
of making you happy. As you watch that honey coated sunrise for the
new day in your life to come, don`t think of me, for I am your
thoughts and I am your soul. Make no effort to call to me, for I
will be there even when you don`t want me with you, and don`t curse
me when I don`t give you the advice you wanted. I will only giveyou
what I think is right, and everything I have to offer. Make barely
any effort at all. For I need nothing. My food, my shelter, my
thoughts andmy life lie within you.
Here is another one i wrote: (it also has no name)
Its not easy
when you are tornbetween two sides that are so different
and yet so similar
Love and hate
And you try to fight it as if indecisiveness was not
onlyaproblem
But a disease
And the cure is something that,
As hard as you might try,
You won`t reach
And you hope
Because that seemingly is the only thing
Theonly solution that will lead youfrom the problem
That is slowly eating away at your soul
And you wish that trust wasan easy gain
On the surface
And love wasn`t a choice
But then you realize
Maybe
You see through all the turmoil of this decision
Through all the wishing
And Hoping
Maybe
It would explain why every road is a dead end
Why every solution is a problem
Maybe
You weren`t infected with this disease that you thought plagued you
with
Nothing but distress and heart break
Just maybe
Maybe it isn`t a choice at all
Or maybe its just not your choice
And with that you wait
You wait for the problem to solve itself
And stop chasing something that u never could,
And never will catch
Instead you wait
And you let love come to you
(PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE WRITE ME COMMENTS ON WHAT YOU THINK... I
WOULD EVENLOVE NAME SUGGESTIONS.. DON`T BE SCARED TO DROP ME A
NOTE.. I LOVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM)
Ancient Chinese Torture
A young man was lost wandering in a forest, when he came upon a
small house. He knocked on the door and was greeted by an ancient
Chinese man with a long, grey beard. "I`m lost," said the man. "Can
you put me up for the night?"
"Certainly," the Chineseman said,"but on one condition. If you so
much as lay a finger on my daughter, I will inflict upon you the
three worst Chinese tortures knowntoman."
"Ok," said the man, thinkingthat the daughtermust be pretty old as
well, and entered the house.
Before dinner, the daughter came down the stairs. Shewas
young,beautiful,and had a fantastic figure.Shewas obviously
attracted to theyoung man since she couldn`t keep her eyes off him
during the meal. Remembering the old man`s warning, he ignored her
and went upto bed alone. But during he night, he couldbear it no
longer, and sneaked into her room for a night of passion. He was
careful to keep everything quiet so theold man wouldn`t hear. Near
dawn he crept back to his room, exhausted, but happy.
He woke to feel a pressure on his chest. Opening his eyes he saw a
large rock on his chest with a note on it that read, "Chinese
Torture 1: Large rock on chest." "Well, that`s pretty crappy," he
thought. "If that`s the best the old man can do then I don`t have
much to worry about." He picked the boulder up, walked over to the
window and threw the boulder out. As he did so he noticed another
note on it that read: "Chinese Torture 2: Rock tied to left
testicle." In a panic he glanced down and saw the rope that was
already getting close to the end. Figuring that a few broken bones
was better than castration, he jumped outof the window after the
boulder. As he plummeted downward he saw a large sign on the ground
that read, "Chinese Torture 3: Right testicle tied tobedpost."
