jueves, 11 de junio de 2015

Great adventurers

A friend of mine mentioned his son  was working for Shakleton  agency. I had a look at their webpage and from there I went on reading about the adventurer Shackleton. I found it very interesting and also the story of 6 men who wanted to emulate Shakleton's adventure in the Antarctica two years ago.
 Find below  two links from different newpapers. Can you see any difference between the way the articles are written?

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/jan/04/shackleton-journey-adventures-left

http://www.mirror.co.uk/tv/tv-news/following-sir-ernest-shackletons-footsteps-2474323

domingo, 7 de junio de 2015

Maya Angelou "Still I'll rise"

Last week, and talking about heroes I showed you a short but extremely moving video in which MAYA ANGELOU was paying a tribute to NELSON MANDELA, soon after he passed away.  I am posting one of her most famous poems.
She had a tough life but she rose once and again. 

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.