Sunday
Monday
Sunday
Vanessa
"Las mariposas no pesan casi nada. Son apenas como el pestañeo de la luz del sol, como si al sol le picaran los ojos y parpadeara rojo o amarillo. Como las hay de tantos colores, se podría pensar también que son estornudos del arco iris... o pedacitos que se le desprenden cuando el arco no queda completo…"
Gioconda Belli
(El taller de las mariposas)
Saturday
Nilia
She is a dark angel,
raven hair flowing
over silken wings.
Dressed in a gown
the shade of night,
flowing folds of satin and lace.
raven hair flowing
over silken wings.
Dressed in a gown
the shade of night,
flowing folds of satin and lace.
Pale as moonlight,
cold as death,
voice as quiet as the
whispering breeze.
Silent, alone,
she sits and waits;
earthbound by her longing…
cold as death,
voice as quiet as the
whispering breeze.
Silent, alone,
she sits and waits;
earthbound by her longing…
(poem by Corrine)
Australia
Friday
Holly
Blow, blow thou winter wind—
Thou art not so unkind
As man’s ingratitude!
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly!
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky—
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot!
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remembered not.
Heigh ho! sing heigh ho! unto the green holly,
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly.
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly!
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Monday
Tuesday
Monday
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