WHAT IS THAT? IS IT LOVE?

Igual que te amé
nadie te amará
cuando despiertes
no me encontrarás
de ti ausente estaré
mi soledad ya no sentirás
de amante no correspondido
sin tu amor la vida viviré
tu tiempo pasará
sin amor como el mío
ya nunca mas amada vivirás
y mi ausencia en desamor
pronto sufrirás.


LIKE I loved you no one will love
When you wake up you´ll don´t find me
I´ll be missing from you.

My lonly heart you´ll never feel again
Unrequite lover not one day more
without your love iI will live my love.
Your time will be pass

No love like mine would you ever find
never so beloved your life would be.
My absence in hearbreak.

Soon after you´ll suffer
and my today´s pain I´ll not desire
you my dear heart broken heart.
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Que sientes cuando sin mi estás
acaso te percibes que ya no estoy
o sigues ensimismada en tu vivir


What do you feel when without me you are?
Perhaps you perceive that I am not
Or are you still absoved in your living?

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Destino cruel conocerte
sufrimiento continuo de amante sin amor
viendo al ser querido siempre a su lado
sin atreverse a decir te amo mi amor.

Estás ya acompañada, pero feliz te sientes
es mi pregunta siempre al borde de soltar
y no me atrevo un día más
a confesarte mi encendida espera

Meet cruel fate
continuous suffering lover without love
always the loved seeing at his side
without daring to say “I love you, my love”

You are accomanied, but do you feel happy?
my question is always on the verge of release
and I dare another day
to confess you my lit expected.

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Tanto tiempo esperando
una dicha semejante
y tan efímera fue que pienso
no sirvió de nada ser fiel
fiel a que, a quien, a una idea
nunca pensé que la ilusión
fuera tan corta, que sin tu
amor tan pronto despertar sería
cotidiano dolor en lugar de amor
vivir sin ti es un imposible
que nunca pensé podría soportar

Long time waiting
such a bliss
and so fleeting was that I
it did not good to be true
faithful to whom, an idea
I never thought that the illusion
was so short, that without your
as soon awaken love would be
a daily pain instead of love

Living without you it is an impossible
I never thought I could bear

 
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Ya no me miras, ya no me amas
nunca estas dispuesta a hablar
en que, en quien piensas
que tan callada estás.


You never look at me, don´t you love me more?
you are never willing to talk
what do you think about?
whom are you thinking all time
that you are so still

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Sin ti un día mas
un infierno soportar cada mañana
en mi ya eterna soledad.

Pensé que conmigo estarías siempre
Y te vas, te has ido ya
Sin decir adiós me has dejado
ni una palabra de mas

Hoy sin ti me he despertado
donde estás
Este mundo no era para ti
tan joven te marchaste
sin saber que yo no vivo mas

Tu ausencia no podré soportar
allí donde te encuentres
pronto estaré
recorriendo otra vez juntos
alguna otra nueva senda para
caminar

Cogidos de la mano para siempre
felices otra vez de estar juntos
de correr una vida, otra vida ya sin fin
esa es mi esperanza que me lleva
a pasar el resto de mi vida sin ti

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This is for you, Dear Jeff, dear friend and professor
who taught me so much English and humanity
till the point of making English poesy?...at least
I like to think so.
.......

Without you one more day
endure hell every morning
in my eternal loneliness.

I thought you'd be with me always
And you go, you're gone
Saying goodbye you left me
not a word more.

Today I woke up without you
where you are my love
This world was not for you
so young you left it
not knowing that I do not live any more.

Your absence can not face
wherever you are soon I will be
again traveling together
another new path for us to walk.

Hand in hand holds forever
happy to be together again
to run a life, another endless life
that is my hope that leads me
spend the rest of this not life without you.

I MISSING A PEN

Years ago when I see a white paper waiting for me I felt the touch of a pen in my fingers and only moving it to créate words or drawings on the white surface of the paper I felt something special that taping with my fingers I don´t feel any more.

Starting a new year always was a good moment to think, to write about the old year that it is gone and doing purposes to the new one.
The pen held into my fingers was a nice good sensation that now I don´t feel any more. No book notes, not pen, only a cold computer to tap......It is easy, of course, but different.
There is not any personality without the own personal words made with a pencil......all is different, not so peronal now.

But there are another things that have changed for life, taking photos could be an example....now it is so easy, free, not any cost for the actions of taking them......thousand of shoots in one second, or a minute one...another....immediately we could see them, or receive them, not emotion, not any awaiting to see the results....if we don´t like it just to the trash, and another one.

The emotion of waiting the results are over for ever...Not any expectations or care about our shoots.

There is not any measurement for anything, photos, calls, food, trips, plains, there is not any distance, you could go whiche ever place you like, with enough money in one day, one hour, or less.....

Incredible easy.

Where is the turn to the world in eighty days?...what could think Julio Verne about that?. Now it is possible in two days?, or less taking not
any rest.

But it is posible that the crisis gives us a time to think, which is the measurement of our acts, it could be good to think that not all young people could be enginers, doctors, informatic, advocates, and so forth.

That we can´t do so many photos, calls, waste so many food, waste sush a lot of wáter, not to kill such number of animals that have the same rights to live on earth as we have.

It is true that some countries have been living up their posibilities wasting all kind of resources so needed for other nations of people round the world, a world not so rich.

Years ago the high societe do nothing, not any work, they think that doing a work like a doctor, a lawer, a farmer, a Taylor, or so forth was for other, lower people. They were up from them....and it was on the XIX century, just yesterday only.
Now we think just something similar.....our son, our daughters have to go to the university because doing another kind of work it is unthinkinble, not for them, that kind of work, hand work, are for other less inteligents, less Smart.. Foolish, yes we are foolish..., I have been a foolish too.
But sorry my English it is really bad, I would like to write just a little better, but I have not time to look in the Dictionary....too many ideas to write now, too many subjects to touch.

But my way of thinking it is clear to say that:

Hands are direct conected with the mind, nothing make us more humans than our hands, It is just what make humans what they are for good or for bad....so Yes I Miss the Pen.....and also some other kind of manual Works .
We call them "artisan"....and it will be sooner than later that hand works could dissapair for ever.

el  gatufo                                                                                                       

CASTELLANO......UN IDIOMA SIGNIFICATIVO

Dicen que una imagen vale mas que mil palabras, un buen ejemplo puede hacer la misma función que una imagen.
Veamos los distintos significados que la palabra "cojones" puede tener en el idioma castellano que se habla en "algunas" partes de España. En otras partes de la llamada España se hablan otras lenguas, catalán, gallego, valenciano, bable, andalú...y algunos otros más como "castizo" en Madrid o vasco en la Comunidad Vasca.

Antes mencioné el andalú, ahora solo tendremos diferentes ejemplos significativos de frases en las que la palabra "vulgar cojones" puede variar absolutamente el sentido de una frase.
Según se empleen los atributos cambia el sentido de lo que se quiere decir de una forma completa y absoluta.

Todos estos ejemplos son producto de la imaginación o inventiva una persona que ha ideado todas estas frases al que doy las gracias desde aquí mismo.
Abajo está su nombre, Gracias Andrés.

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LA RIQUEZA DEL CASTELLANO, "¡UN IDIOMA DE COJONES!"

Un ejemplo de la riqueza del castellano es el número de acepciones de una simple palabra, como es, sin duda, la muy conocida y frecuentemente utilizada que hace referencia a los atributos masculinos:

COJONES. Si va acompañada de un numeral tiene significados distintos, según el número utilizado. Así: Uno, significa caro o costoso: ("Valía un cojón") Dos, significa valentía: ("Tiene dos cojones") Tres, significa desprecio: ("Me importa tres cojones") Muchos implica complejidad: ("Ese problema tiene muchos cojones") Un número muy grande y par, significa dificultad: ("Lograrlo me costó mil pares de cojones").

En las frases hechas el verbo cambia el significado Tener indica. valentía: ("Aquella persona tiene cojones") Aunque en admiración puede indicar sorpresa: ("Tiene cojones") Poner, expresa un reto, especialmente si se ponen en algunos lugares concretos: ("Puso los cojones encima de la mesa").

Cortándolos son utilizados para apostar: ("Me corto los cojones") O incluso para amenazar: ("Te corto los cojones") Otra amenaza muy común es colgar a alguien por ellos: ("Te voy a colgar por los cojones" ó "de los cojones") Además, el tiempo del verbo utilizado cambia radicalmente el significado de la frase. Así, el presente indica molestia ó hastío: ("Me toca los cojones").

El reflexivo significa vagancia: ("Se toca los cojones todo el día") Pero el imperativo vuelve a significar sorpresa: ("Tócate los cojones") Los prefijos y sufijos modulan su significado. a- expresa miedo: ("Estoy acojonado" "Que acojono") des- significa reírse: ("Es para descojonarse" "Que descojono") -udo o -udamente, indica perfección: ("Es un plan cojonudo" "Lo ha hecho cojonudamente") y -azo se refiere a la indolencia o abulia: ("Eres un cojonazos").

Las preposiciones matizan la expresión. "de" significa éxito o complacencia: ("El examen me salió de cojones" "La cena estaba de cojones" "por" expresa voluntariedad: ("Lo haré por cojones") "hasta" expresa el límite de paciencia o aguante: ("Estoy hasta los cojones") "con" indica valor: ("Era un hombre con cojones") y, consecuentemente, sin, la cobardía: ("Es un torero sin cojones").

Especialmente curioso es el hecho de que el color, la forma o la simple tersura aportan significados adicionales. 
El color violeta expresa frío (en Soria): ("Se me quedaron los cojones morados") pero el desgaste significa experiencia: ("Tenía los cojones pelados de repetirlo") Naturalmente también son importantes el tamaño o la posición. ("Tenía dos cojones grandes y bien plantados o [puestos]").
Sin embargo, existen tamaños concretos que no pueden superarse: ("Tiene los cojones como el caballo del Cid" ó "como el caballo de Santiago") Y cuando se tienen de tan descomunal tamaño se traduce en torpeza o vagancia suprema: ("le cuelgan", "se los pisa", "se sienta sobre ellos")... e incluso: ("Necesita una carretilla para llevarlos").

Los atributos de algunos animales adquieren significados concretos, generalmente expresando éxito, complacencia o aceptación: ("El pastel está de cojón de mico") ("La paella te salió de cojón de pato") 
La interjección "¡cojones!" significa sorpresa, y cuando uno se halla perplejo los solicita: ("Manda cojones") 
Es precisamente en ellos donde reside la voluntad, y es de ellos de donde surgen las órdenes: ("Me sale de los cojones") 
En resumen, será difícil encontrar una palabra en castellano o en otros idiomas con mayor número de acepciones.

Andrés G. Parrilla

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Y ahora va de "Huevos"................

Los huevos, ingrediente indispensable de muchas frases del castellano.    

He aquí un homenaje a los huevos, esa palabra sobre la que tantas y tan variadas expresiones se han creado en la lengua castellana. Y bueno, antes de empezar, este post no es apto para menores de 7 años. Dicho esto… empezamos!

Si se dice “vale (o cuesta) un huevo” significa que es algo que vale mucho o que cuesta mucho esfuerzo. También podemos usar la expresión “y un huevo!” que significa que ni hablar, que no, que no y que no.

Si decimos “tiene un par de huevos” significa que muestra gran valentía en sus acciones.

Junto al número 3, como en la frase “me importa 3 huevos (o también, me importa 3 cojones)” significa que no me importa nada, que paso totalmente del tema.

Y si ascendemos el número a mil pares obtendremos “le costó mil pares de huevos”, lo cual denota una gran dificultad para conseguir algo.

Además de con los números, dependiendo el verbo que acompañe a los huevos, su significado varía enormemente. Así, no es lo mismo “tener huevos” (lo que indica gran valentía) que “tiene huevos la cosa” lo que denota sorpresa y admiración, además de importancia.

Si probamos ahora con el verbo “poner” nos inclinamos más hacia un reto: “poner los huevos sobre la mesa” es como retar a alguien a hacer algo.

Otra variedad que cambia mucho el significado es el tiempo verbal utilizado. Así, el tiempo presente “me toca los huevos” indica molestia o fastidio. El reflexivo, “tocarse los huevos” indica pereza o vaguería, y el imperativo “tócate los huevos” es una exclamación de sorpresa.

Si pasamos ahora a un sinónimo suyo, cojones, también encontraremos una gran variedad de usos y significados. Los prefijos o sufijos cambian su sentido: si utilizamos el prefijo a- como en ”acojonado”, expresa miedo. Si usamos el prefijo des-, como en “descojonarse”, significa reírse mucho mucho. Con el sufijo -udo, como en “cojonudo”, indica algo muy bueno que roza la perfección.

Las preposiciones también nos ayudan a matizar la expresión. De significa éxito como en “me salió de cojones”, aunque en otros casos también puede denotar cantidad, como en ”hacía un frío de cojones”, es decir, que hacía mucho frío. Por expresa voluntariedad como en “lo haré por cojones” y hasta expresa el límite de aguante (estoy hasta los cojones).

Bueno, pues he aquí unas cuantas expresiones más que, seguramente, ya habréis escuchado en alguna ocasión. Si encontráis alguna otra variedad que no esté incluida en este post, os invito a que incluyáis vuestros comentarios.

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Es indudable que "el castellano" tiene huevos si un no castellano parlante desea aprenderlo.

Y uno puede apostar un huevo y la mitad de otro que pueden pasar años hasta que el dominio de una lengua no materna sea lo suficientemente rica para entender "que requiere un esfuerzo de cojones el aprender Ingles, Francés o Castellano como es debido", por no hablar de idiomas como el Japonés, Ruso, Árabe o Chino.

Para estudiar y dominar estas lenguas si que hay que tener un buen par de "cojones".

Con un par de "lo que hay que tener"...., pueden ser ovarios también, os saluda como siempre,

el gatufo

."EL ANDALÚ" OTRO IDIOMA?

RIQUEZAS DEL CASTELLANO EN ESPAÑA, POR NO HABLAR EN LATINOAMERICA.

Es indudable que el "castellano" se habla en decenas de países del mundo, de hecho es el idioma que junto al araba se habla en el mayor numero de países del mundo.

Pero el castellano, incluso dentro de la propia Península Ibérica se habla de formas diferentes, y las mismas palabras pueden tener significados diferentes.

Por no hablar de lo ridículo que puede parecer un español que se atreve a hablar su idioma en Argentina, Perú o México por mencionar solo algunos de los países que hablan el castellano, o el mal llamado español pues no es precisamente el único idioma que se habla en lo que se denomina España.

Disfruto escuchando a un chileno, o un colombiano hablando en "su idioma" que dicen ser español. Igual que a un cubano, argentino, venezolano o de cualquier otro lugar de Hispano América. Me encanta adivinar de que país es la persona que tengo enfrente cuando escucho una entonación latina, y lo mismo me ocurre cuando trato de saber en que lugar de España ha nacido mi interlocutor cuando conozco a una nueva persona en las circunstancias que sean.

No llego ni por soñación al profesor Henry Higgins de la obra "Pigmalión", o de la comedia My Fair Lady basada en la obra de Bernard Shaw, que adivinaba de que zona de Londres era la persona que hablaba Ingles.

Una muestra de la riqueza de nuestro castellano, aquí en España, la tenemos en el monologo que adjunto a continuación. 

No se quien lo ha escrito, me ha llegado por medio de un amigo, pero me parece significativo y gracioso para incluirlo como referencia a la riqueza del castellano dentro de la propia España.

En este caso es "el andalú" de Cadiz, pues "el andalú" de Málaga, Córdoba o cualquiera de las ocho provincias andaluzas que hablan o escriben "el andalú" tiene matices y expresiones diferentes. 

Quillo, ahí vamos  .........................

(Cadiz, tacita de plata, antigua ciudad fundada por los Fenicios hace mas de 2000 años)

De Cadi, Cadi...

Hoy estoy guarnío. Y lo que más me gusta de estar guarnío, es poder decir que estoy guarnío... Es una expresión que me encanta... como tantas otras que son tan nuestras. Como cuando uno se harta de comer y acaba engullipao (o engoñipao) o cuando riegas las macetas más de la cuenta y las dejas enguachinnás... Yo nunca pido churros, sino calentitos... de niño nunca iba a las atracciones, sino a los c......acharritos... y cuando me tangaba el colegio lo que hacía era rabona... (qué peyas ni peyas). 

A lo largo de mi vida he conocido a más apollardaos que tontos y a más esnortaos que despistados... pero nunca a ningún antipático, sólo a malajes o saboríos... Aquí lo mucho es una jartá o una pechá, y lo poco es una mijita... y la gente no pasea, da vuerta... Lo que está muy sucio está empercochao y lo que limpias a fondo lo dejas escamondao... Si se te va la olla te quedas majarón, y si das mucho la lata te llaman pejiguera... Los borrachos, que son papaos, no deambulan, sino que dan camballás... y la gente no odia la mentira, sino el farserío... Lo roto está descuajaringao y lo pasado de fecha revejío... los cobardes son jiñaos y lo muy visto está mu manío... 


Por expresiones como estas, y las miles que se quedan en el tintero, cada vez me gusta más el andalú... y quien diga que hablamos mal que aprenda a entendernos y verá como le coge el gusto... buenas tardes... (y que conste que lo que acabo de soltar no es ninguna tontería, sino una chuminá).

A que tá gustao picha!!.......

 (Cadiz.....Playa de la Victoria)

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Como madrileño, castizo, si me gusta el gaditano, "el andalú", pero quillo ...tu que te crees?  que aquí, en el Foro, no tenemos otro idioma?  has perdio la chaveta o es que no tu no pillas na de na ?, mi forma chaval es tan natura como el de qualquier otro gachó que se las da de original, y na ma......ta logo.

el gatufo   "gatos somos los madrileños del foro"

LIFE AS A CAT

As a cat I could see and listen nearly everything which happens in the house, they think I can´t
because it seems I am always sleeping.

But do humans know how cats sleep?. Of course not.

I feel when Emiliano is going through troubles, when he is sad, when is is worried about some things that sincerely I don´t understand.  Why humans are so complicated?. He has shelter, a bed to sleep, free time as he is always indoors, and having all his necessities covered he use to be worried I don´t know why or what for.
What is inside Cuca´s mind?. This is a little more complicated, women have their minds more closed for a cat like me. Some how they are differents from men, her mind is not easy or simple as it is the mind of a man.

She use to suffers in silence, she doesn´t like to complain nearly about nothing. Some times despite she is not in good health she doesn´t said a single word about her pain. It could be because she knows that Emiliano is always worried about her health.

Everything here at home use to be quiet, not too much tv., twice or three times only along the day, but there is always some little noise they called music. It is nice, but Emiliano likes to listen to this noise along hours. I don´t care, after so many time I got acustomed to this kind of sound

Outside home there is a world I don´t know anything about. I could see a big space through something clear, I don´t know what is it, where some time pass other people that I am not interested at all. Different noises come from outside, voices, big boxes that moves up and down without any sense to a cat. The worst it is they make too much noise, other time they remains hours without any movement, it is crazy. People come, open little doors and go into the big box, and after a Little while the box started to move making that horrible noise that I don´t like absolutely.

There is nothing of my interest outsie, only the sun, I like to be after the clear space taking the sun, yes I know that is taken the sun because that is how Emiliano and Cuca call it when I was under that light so warm and agreeble.  But where is the sun?. Lately I don´t see it, but today here it was again and I was happy close to the clear light that warm me so much. Doing that I am happy.

They use to say, look to Gatufo he is taken the sun, and that is the reason I know what taken the sun is. Yes, there is something that comes from outside and it is the only thing I like.

The best site of the house it is on the lap of Emiliano, over there I feel sure. He use to touch me
and it makes me feel happy, loved, his hands are so soft. I would like to play with him more times but he seems to be occupied always. With not enough time to play with me and it make me feel sad some times.

Again hot is here, why?. Too much for me, I don´t know how this my world goes on. Some times
there is too much hot, and other too much cold, and I can´t see any reason for that.
Usually I like hot, but it seems that when there is too much hot Emiliano doesn´t like to have me on his lap. He move up and down continuosly having not a moment to rest, to be quiet in peace and I dislike him going from a place to another. Sit down and do not move I would like to say him in his extrange language that I can´t pronounce.

Why do they need to talk so much one with another, it is so easy to know what is happening inside their minds, at least for me. It seems, after all, they are not so smart as I am, as cats use to be. We don´t need to talk, we read the feelings of our groupt, of our similar cats. Of course, these big creatures are different from me, despite they have to be cat also, or not, how cats are?.who knows?. Never I have seen one.
They call me cat, but they call themselves humans, what could be the differences.....well I don´t know and don´t care at all.
Cat? Humans? What is the difference?. I like to say somethings to Emiliano and sometimes he seems to know what I mean, but other time he doesn´t, it depends of the day or the humor he has.

I love Emiliano and Cuca, they love me too, I am happy at their side  so for me it is more tan enough.
I have my wáter, my food always in my will, I do wich ever thing I like to do, I clim up their bed and like to sleep together, just in the middle and they say nothing.
Emiliano makes a big sound when he sleeps but I like the sound, it makes me happy as I know he is happy resting for the next day.

Life as a cat here is good, very good indeed.

I would tell you more things about these my people, about this my house, and of course this my life together with Emiliano and Cuca.

el gatufo.

AT HOME

Nothing is better as to be at home.

Years ago having hollidays ahead and having the nedd of making the package of the necessary to be out from home, sometimes for a month, usually at the beach with my children and wife, I felt that it cost me a lot to leave home and goind to another place wich I know nothing about it.

Yes it was close to the sea, I have always love the sea, may be because I was born far away from the sea and the first time I could saw it I was eighteen years already, but even so, having in mind to rest, to have time to read, to take the sun on a beach, to be close to my family,to have the childred around us and so forth, I always were lazy to leave home.

Why I was lazy to that?, not idea but of what I was certain it was that before the hollidays were over I was thinking in returning back home  four or five days before that it was necessary to return and  work once again for another year.

But it was like a crazy subject, I was on hollidays, every one wants to have hollidays at least twice a year or even  more, they use to be anxious of leaving their city, their houses and going far away to spend the time on hollidays far away their city, their home, their routine

It could be incredible  but in my possition I have always two feelings, yes anxious to have hollidays, to rest, but at the same time I didn´t like to close home and have to go other place, the whole family, the car full of several things, not knowing what it was coming on us, and so forth.

Once we were out, far from home I´ll try to enjoy as much as possible, but after some days, fifteen or twenty I was with great desire or coming home again.

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Now, living other health circunstances that prevent me on vacation I have been over fifteen years without moving home.

Happy or not happy of staying home for so long?. Well, in fact not, I would like to leave once again and going too far away for a period of time. That will be the best signal that healthy things were going well.

But it is not posible, now with enough incomes to make a nice trip to which ever place we would like to go, bouth Cuca and me, we have to remain home because her health is not good, nime now is also not so good, but if my dear wigr would be good it is sure we left home for at lest two or three months. 

But what about Gatufo?, this is his house too, in fact this is more his house than our and he si so happy without going out for three years, all his life Gatufo have been inside, playing, taking the sun, sleeping, and giving us all his affection. 

He, like me before, doesn´t need ever to leave home. He is absolutely happy being here for years, it is so good being a Cat like him.

So yes, for Gatufo nothing it is better that being home, months, years or all his life. I would like to be like him.

My best friends.  

   

gatufo

SOMETHING ABOUT HAPPINESS

Well, as you know I am a fan of the best site to learn English

http://www.eslpod.com/website/index_new.HTML

and just today we have a talk about "what means to be happy"

In the blog there are friends from all round the world.

Every one could write on the blog and say what we think about the

theme or about wich ever thing we like to say.

Talking about Happiness, and what it can be to feel ourselves

happy in our life, two friends of ESL podcast  translate two poems of one of modern poets from Turkey.

CAN YÜCEL

http://lyricstranslate.com/es/can-yuecel-lyrics.HTML

I like very much his poems, and these friends discover a new poet

for me. Thanks dear  friends, let me put here your translations

from Turkish to English, I do think your work has to be here in

gatufo´s blog.

Thanks dear Nermin and Hulya, you are great.

Sorry if you don´t like to be here.....but I can´t pass from your work.

It´s absolutely new for me, and I like to share the new poet with

other friends of this site.

el gatufo.

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Hulya (one of the Blog friends...Turkish I think)

Hapiness is living simple for me and there is a poem which I like very much .
Poem belongs to a very famous Turkish Poet called Can Yücel
I tried to translate it for you and hope I didnt ruin it

LIVING SIMPLE

Will live simple

For instance, as simple as drinking water when you are thirsty
It will be four, when you multiply two by two

The device in your hand will have only one button;
One button like one sentence;
Like saying “I love you” without beating around the bush.

A simple kiss will do;
A Simple warm kiss
And all your days,all your dreams will be filled with that
You will do the fight of your life for that kiss,
You will get the whip of your life for that kiss.

Pumpkin seeds (note:we eat them for fun) will give you what the numbers cant

A crooked letter with hand writing will be your most valuable paper;
That you carry with you all the time,
That you cant discard .

Will get dressed in two movements,
Will get undressed in two movements.
Wakening and the time between wakening and stepping outside will be short;
the time between hugging warm arms and set out on a journey will be short.

Even you will understand what you have written;
Even your looks will tell itself.

Expectations will be simple.
Hapiness will wait in front of Mount Kaf.
You will find the longest friendship novel in a whistle;
Or a drop of tear will make you live the cheapest love novel.

While you close your eyes you will pray for the health of your pancreas.
You will do the sign of victory while you come out of the toilet.

It will be a toast with cheese that you are looking for on the table that you dont know where to sit,
Your most valuable fork will be your your fingers.
Again, the same fingers will solve the most difficult equations.
The sword of The Great Alexander will stand next to your lawyer guideline.

A Philharmonic Orchestra wont be able to give you the hapiness of “fa Dieses” that played correctly on a plywood guitar

It will be enough to know until the first “A” of Make Up.
The most expensive parfume of yours will smell cleanliness

You will be able to say “I dont know” when you dont know and it will be very normal not to know it.
It wont cause you too much trouble to be able to say “I dont want to”.

Your watch will show only the time;
You will use your phone only to call.
A small notebook will be your computer
You will live simple, simply.
As if your life will end one day

Simple…

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Nermin: (another ESL friend, from where? I don´t really know but

of course a good friend for all us ESL blogers.)

Hello,EslPod listeners.
This poem is for you.It is a translation but I hope you’ll enjoy.It is one of my favourite poems.

 CAN YÜCEL
 
Don’t become attached

You don’t attach to one thing blindly
You don’t say ‘I cant live without her’
Don’t say it
Because you can.
It is not necessary to use such cliched words
Don’t love too much for example. If she loves you less, your heart will break
And usually, she loves you less than you love her anyway
If you don’t love too much, you won’t get hurt a great deal
If you don’t possess much, you won’t be possessed either..
You don’t possess the building you work in, the table, the telephone, your cards
Don’t even own your hands and your legs
You behave as if they are not yours.
Then if you don’t have anything, you won’t be afraid of losing.
You act as if you could live without them
For example, don’t have much furniture in your home
So you could walk clumsily around.
If you insist on having something
You will have the places where rooftops join the skies
You have the sky
Or the sun, the moon or even the stars
For example the northern star, it will be yours
You should say ‘It is mine’
If you insist on possessing something
Rainbows will be yours for example
If you want to belong to something, belong to the colours
For example to orange or to pink
Or you will belong to paradise
You have to live not possessing much
And not belonging to a great deal
You will live as if life will slip from your palms at anytime
And at the same time, it is yours forever.
You will live attached to life
By its edge

This is another wise comment from another bloger of ESL Podcast

Now about happiness.I like VERY MUCH TONY ROBBINS article:
THE ONE AND ONLY THING YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY.
I want to share one part of this article with you.....

“The Answer

And therein lies the answer. If you aren’t growing, you are dying.
It turns out that happiness that is true and lasting is quite simply this: progress.
Progress = Happiness! If you are growing, and giving, you will be happy.
If you are moving forward in your life, if you are progressing personally,
professionally, emotionally, spiritually—you will be happy. It is only in stagnation

that we wilt like a flower.”

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That´s all for today.

It is not me who writes now, but it is even better for you.

el gatufo

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The best web site to learn English....Thanks Jeff/Lucy/Warren

gatufo (Emiliano)....yes, it´s like home for me along more than seven years.

All are like friends.

L.A. (California)

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Love the sunshine of the meadow,
Love the shadow of the forest,
Love the wind among the branches,
And the rain-shower and the snow-storm,
And the rushing of great rivers.

The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Love the smile on your face
Love the softness of your voice
Love the nights of Winter together
Love the touch of your fingers on my skin
Love the noise of your breath sleeping
Love the sound of your heart against mine.

Thanks dear poet, may be you inspire me with
your kind words.

gatufo

SICK OR DEAD.....THAT IS THE QUESTION

there is a saying that says: seven life have a cat.....but not a person

It is difficult not to have a chronic medical condition once we are old enough
and we have lived several years, the body is tired, the heart is tired too and
little by little everything inside us is going down.
 
To doctors it is easy to say we are old and its natural the body is starting to be declined to treatments, once we have a chronic diseace.
But they insists once and again to apply which ever thing they thought it could be good or not....just to prove what can be effective in our body...sometime without thinking the side effects of a hard treatment. 

It makes me think what is happening now with the echonomy? Our system it is also old?. Have we to invent a new procedure for our nations?. Is it possible?, without side effects in the life of people?.

I don´t think so.
 
Echonomists use a vocabulary that common people, like me, do not understand.
More or less like doctors, but it is applied to the sickness of society.
 
Last year have been a very bad year for my body, nearly I was close to die just because some doctor thought it was necessary a strong treatment to prevent future problems.
 
It is funny that to prevent future problems I was so bad, so incredible bad close to the end. Without any force or will to do anything.
 
Litle by little I am apparently better, or at least I feel myself so, but in future?. Who knows what is going to happen in future.
 
Sorry, but it is a is a temptation to make a parallel between a person's health and the economy.
Till now in Europe all have been strong treatments to avoid the disaster and every moment the feeling of disaster is bigger.
 
It seems the euro is goingto die more or less as I was last year.
So many strong medicines to heal the economy of certain countries approaching us day after day to the disaster.

Today, the 24th march 2013 the economy is even worst and the sickness is more or less the same.
Treatments to the crisis have been a fake for thousand of people that have lost everything, salary, work, houses and health.

About my sickness, a fake also, the treatment was so strong that at the end I have to leave it.....
Why not to leave these strong treatments in Europe that are going to kill the euro and all the people kind of life they knew before.

I have to choose, life or dead.....and I prefer to be sick but alive.
Evidently there is some similar circunstances between my health and the economy, who could imagine.

I think it is better to be sick and alive that to have now something not any body could imagine a year or six month before........."un corralito en europa" ...... a playpen for the euro in Europe, a country where the citizens can´t have their money from their accounts, only 100 euro by day?.
Why not 50 euros?, or less.

Beside just to lost a part of their shavings.....from a day to the follow day just without any kind of good reason...
Is it the strong treatment that at the end is going to kill our system?. Our social body as it happening now with thousand, millions of families or persons?.

A sick body it is always better than a dead body, and here in Europe they are going to kill the sick....the sick social system the same as they are killed thousand of people already.

Take care may friends, this body can´t support more strong treatments...

Not Europe, not me.

el gatufo.


 

GATUFO PASS UNDER CUCA´S WALKER AND BITE ME

SO INCREDIBLE CAT, HE DOES WHAT I HAVE TEACHED HIM TO DO

He is proud of doing this kind of exercises since he was a baby cat, I insisted with him once and again till the end he does it waiting some claps from our part.

My dear cat doing what I say him to do......or at least I want to think so.

Life goes on with good humor having the cat at home with us.

My wife Cuca has multiple esclerosis and the Walker helps her to go for a walk inside home, but every momento she wanted to go to the bath, the itchen or the bed room the cat goes with her and try to play under the Walker or he occupied all the pass awaiting she could pass the Walker over him, he is really a playful Cat always and she has to wait or to call me in order to retired the playful cat extended on the middle of the pass.

Enjoy my friends, seeing  te cat doing this kind of things results to me and to Cuca as incredible.

My best to the weekend for all of you.

         el gatufo. Madrid.

LITTLE MORE THAN A YEAR

After a year of writing here I like to see what have been the changes in this blog, also I like to see what I said a year ago that it was my first experience about writing a blog.
More or less what I wrote a year ago was a lot of nonsense words or ideas, but as always when a person read some notes that were written on the past there is something to learn from them.


I said that it seems I was writing for no body just because there was not any reply or not any signs that any people could read it.
Having in mind I was writing for me only I talk something about my own life, just a diary as I
have done several times before.

Also writing I said our life in a sunday was the same as a monday or other day of the week. Why?
It is easy, I don´t work out from home, so days of the month or the week are the same for me and for my wife. Frecuently I don´t know which day we are living.


Our life is simple, living in a big city like Madrid with so many sites to visit we usually don´t go out to any place, I would like but it is not possible.


My wife Cuca is sick, with a bad sickness "multiple esclerosis" and she likes to be indoors doing her life, Reading, listening to the radio, or the news and even, typing in the keyboard of her pc., so a sunday is a similar day to other day of the week.

The rutine of sundays is that a person comes home to do house chores, help me with the hard work  of a house. This person is like a friend of us now. For years she has been coming on sundays because the rest of week days are working doing other things.

These was before, it was was wrote last year, now just today everything has changed as I could say in other ocasión.
Every day is coming Isabel, the peruvian friend to help me with the chores of the house, little by little things change and this year 2013 it is different from the last of 2012.

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 Being a marry man, working all my life out home, I was very bad acustomed to do nearaly nothing at home.
It was my wife, Cuca, who take care of the children and the house.
Suddenly she was ill, it seems her illness was going to pass soon, but it wasn´t so and at the end
her husband, me,  needs to start a new life as a house keeping.

Yes, this was a new life for me, taking care of my dear wife, looking for the supplies, cooking, going to shop, doing everything a girl or a woman it is supposed to do at home.
Why not men? ....A good question.
So last year and today, of course,  I understand very well what a good woman do at home, it is a difficult work that is not appreciate for us, men, who are absolutely selfish, proud of our Works out home.

Till the moment a person start to do something different, he or she is not aware of the difficult task a house could be, and yes for me it is.

Here at home I have known something about house chores, but outside this my little world I do not know what is happening in the outdoors world.
Yes, the world of outside home, the Spain´s world, The Europa´s world, and so forth....what is happening over there?

So easy to know that I am fed up about the bad news of every day.....

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Everything if falling down since five or six years ago, and people are not aware that their world is over.

There is not work, not hopes, not any future for the momento, and thousand and thousands of young well prepared tha have to leave their countries looking for a work.
People with fourty or fifty years old that have not money, not work, not home, and so forth.......
so, I said that "Just hte same as every day" no good news at all, not justice, not hopes for our
young and so forth.

Every week now people are in the streets making noise, shouting, against nearly everything
even also they want to change the goverment, the democracy, our system of life, and so
forth.
People are desperate and it is easy to manage persons who has nothing to lost.

Another kind of problems appears from this chaos, yes that is so because some of us are thinking about Spain.
 Spain? does exist this country?...or it is something I was teached and now that idea is not valid?.

Why?. Because every one out  the centre of Iberia wants to be out of the Nation.
Spain? Not, it is better to be Cataluña, Comunidad Vasca, Canarias and so on........
Some months ago I could listened to news that said something about an agreement of Maroc with U.E. about fishing round its coast was finished, and that would be affected to....the fishmen/women of Spain, Andalucia and Canarias.....and I thought......Andalucia is not Spain?
Canarias is not Spain?

What kind of news are these?. I have headache already of listening news like this every day.

Well, I would like that news, subjects, and so forth should be a Little more clear as people
at the end don´t understand anything.

That´s all friends.
This was an example of the subjects I use to write a year ago.

Even now I could write more about the same ítems, but I am fed up. I prefer to look to my
nice cat Gatufo and forget what is happening round me, in my country, in Europe or in
the World,, in fact I could do nothing about it.

It is possible that after a year I have learn anything to talk about?. May be, I like to write that is sure.

Thanks a lot if you have enough patience to read me in this blog even once and have enough patience to read till the end of some of the subjects.



el gatufo.