Leyendas Urbanas...

Uy,ni que yo escibiendo un blog en español,imposible.Ya basta de tanta estupidez.Aún sigo sorprendida,pues en estos días me toco hacer un proyecto en powerpoint sobre las leyendas urbanas.Entre las que puse de ejemplo la famosa leyenda de la llorona.Me sorprendí al ver cuantas leyendas de esa mujer hay alrededor del mundo.En todos los países hay una bendita llorona.Si no es que ella mato a su madre y a su hijo y luego quemo la casa es que ahogo a su hijo en el río o se le murió de una mortal enfermedad.Todo esto me da un poco de gracia ya que lo encuentro un poco raro.Hasta donde tengo entendido esta leyenda se origino en Mexico y se dice que era una diosa de los indígenas llamada "Cihuacóatl" (tuve que buscar el nombre porque no me acordaba de tan extraño que es XD).En realidad todo este tema de las leyendas urabanas es muy interesante y he aprendido mucho sobre ello,si algún día se estan muriendo del aburrimiento google them,jaja.

Long,dark and scary road...

As I walk into the path of darkness,I can feel something getting in control of me as if I lost my own will and I can't get ahold of myself.It's this natural feeling of emptyness but I have everything and it doesn't even make sense.I'm becoming more senseless but at the same time it's overwhelming my soul with grieffness and despair.I have no strenght left.As I stand watching,all I can see further ahead it's a long,dark and scary road that leads to God knows where.I feel the need to walk on it even if it's on my bare feet and swollen anckles.Maybe that road will lead somewhere someday if I even finish walking on it alive.I can always count on my insticts but they won't get me that far.As for my state of mental satisfaction,I will keep walking untill the day that I can be in peace with my inner self and satisfy all my necessities wich will lead to my autorealization and it will be the start of my normal state of function.

Anorexic by Eavan Boland

Flesh is heretic.

My body is a witch.

I am burning it.

Yes I am torching

ber curves and paps and wiles.

They scorch in my self denials.

How she meshed my head

in the half-truths

of her fevers

till I renounced

milk and honey

and the taste of lunch.

I vomited

her hungers.

Now the bitch is burning.

I am starved and curveless.

I am skin and bone.

She has learned her lesson.

Thin as a rib

I turn in sleep.

My dreams probe

a claustrophobia

a sensuous enclosure.

How warm it was and wide

once by a warm drum,

once by the song of his breath

and in his sleeping side.

Only a little more,

only a few more days

sinless, foodless,

I will slip

back into him again

as if I had never been away.

Caged so

I will grow

angular and holy

past pain,

keeping his heart

such company

as will make me forget

in a small space

the fall

into forked dark,

into python needs

heaving to hips and breasts

and lips and heat

and sweat and fat and greed.

The legend of Deirdre

This is my favorite Irish legend...

Conchobhar mac Neasa and the Ulstermen were drinking one day at the house of a famous storyteller named Feidhlimidh. During the celebrations, an unborn baby cried out from the womb of Feidhlimidh’s wife. The woman later gave birth to a baby girl, named Deirdre, who it was foretold would cause great slaughter to many people. Because of this, the Ulstermen called for the child’s death. However, Conchobhar mac Neasa stepped forward and said that he would take the child to have her raised in a faraway place under the care of the nurse Leabharcham.

Deirdre grew up to be the most beautiful woman in Ireland. One day, as she watched her foster-father flay a calf in the snow, a raven came down to drink the blood. She remarked that the man of her dreams should have hair as black as the raven, cheeks as red as blood and skin as white as the snow. Leabharcham told her that there was indeed such a man, and he was Naoise, one of the Red Branch Knights.

Soon after that, Deirdre managed to meet Naoise, and threatened him with shame and derision if he refused to take her away. Naoise took his two brothers Aindle and Ardan and went with Deirdre to Scotland to escape the vengance of Conchobhar in Ireland. However, when the king of Scotland saw Deirdre and how beautiful she was, he became jealous of Naoise, and they were forced to flee to a lonely island.

Naoise and Deirdre loved each other, but the island was small and miserable. The Ulstermen eventually took pity on them and begged Conchobhar to allow them to return to Ireland. Conchobhar agreed, and sent three warriors to escort Deirdre and the brothers back to Ireland.

On their arrival at Eamhain Mhacha, however, the king had Naoise, Aindle and Ardan slain by mercenaries, and Deirdre taken captive. The three warriors who had escorted them from Scotland were furious at this, and ravaged the whole province before going to join Queen Meadhbh in Connaught.

Conchobhar forced Deirdre to live with him for a year, and at the end of the year he asked her who she hated most in the world. Deirdre answered Eoghan mac Durthacht, for it was Eoghan who had killed Naoise. With this Conchobhar announced that she was to now live with Eoghan and the next day she was forced to travel in a chariot with Conchobhar on one side and Eoghan on the other. Because of the situation she was in, the king mockingly remarked that she looked like a sheep between two rams.

At this, Deirdre, who could take no more, jumped out of the chariot and ran towards a rosk head first. She died instantly upon colliding with the rock and was buried in the same graveyard as Naoise.

Legend has it that a trees grew out of each of their graves and in time, the branches of the two trees intertwined, showing that even death could not kill their great love for one another.

http://www.theepochtimes.com/news/6-6-10/42751.html

Sweet whispers...

The night is cold and so is your heart.Can’t you see that you’re hurting me.Even if I screamed my lungs out you wouldn’t hear it because when you stopped loving me,you stopped listening to me.My soul is calling your name.I wonder where did I go wrong if I ever did.Your memories still haunt me to this day.I’d rather die before I wish to forget your sweet lips whispering in my ear.

No excuses…

So I haven’t written in a few days.I’m tired of writing the same excuse over and over again so I’m not even going to write about my busyness (If that’s even a word).Today sucked but I had the best weekend ever,I really did.So I’m kind of looking for something to write about but I’m literally falling asleep so this might take a while.Oh well nothing is coming out of my empty shell I mean mind.I don’t feel like going to school tomorrow ugh.Oh and I have shorter hair!!!!! Yay!!!!!!…How interesting,nevermind.Anyways my mind is telling me that I should go to sleep.Haha later.

 

Spicing things up...

Right now I'm really hungry so that means that this post it's not going to be a nice one.I almost died of a heart atack because my wireless mouse didn't wanted to work.I tried everything,I even changed the batteries,but guess what?! I had to push this little button wich is hidden under the usb.As soon as I did that it started to work again,I felt like pulling my hair really hard and I imagined myself ending up bald.Well I never expected that.At least it works now.Changing the subject,I've been listening to this electronica radio station that I found a couple of hours ago and I haven't got tired of it.Check it out! http://www.electricfm.com I love it! By the way everyone's always asking what's my favorite music genre and I always say that I listen to almost everything but the truth is that I have a thing for electronica,dance and techno music so there you have it hostigating people,now you know my favorite music genre.Changing the subject AGAIN I'm trying to guess why things keep getting worse in PR.Let's review: Is it our own fault or is it the goverment's fault.My point of view is that it goes both ways.We puertoricans (not all of them) are used to being lazy and we just want to live from the goverment and speaking of wich it's so corrupted that not even the most inteligent movie like burglar could ever steal the amount of money that the goverment has stoled during all of these years.This my friends it's called corruption and it is very wrong.While responsable and hard woking people are working their asses off to pay every damned bill these people (Not all of them because believe it or not there are people who still have dignity) are sitting in a chair doing nothing and stuffing all of the money right into their pockets.I hope that a giant cockroach makes a hole in all of their pockets.Ha! Let's see who haves the wholes in their pockets now you pathetic losers.I guessed I'm finished writing for now.

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