Orochi in my point of View

The dragon should had been bigger, meaner, fiercer, and smarter. I didn’t like having as a symbol a cute baby dragon that looked more to that 2 headed dog in Greek mythology. If the tribe had the full help of all the students in the tribe we would have the best banner. I am not the best artist but I can get ideas quickly. A dragon with shadows all around it and with it 3 heads facing different positions will be good. Its ice breath with different varieties of blue will make it intimidating. The glitter was very great and that same idea could be used in my dragon.

The motto- no offence- was a cliché; “Three heads think better than one”, you got to be kidding me. That was to used and had no meaning, nor power. Firedrake had the strongest motto of all, “With my fire I’ll blaze you, with my mouth I’ll conquer you, with my tribe I’ll defeat you”. Orochi should have as a motto: “First you’ll ignore us, then you’ll laugh at us, then you’ll bet us, then will defeat you”. The final product was great but this is how I picture it.

Bendita la Luz

Bendita la Luz, a song that is so symbolic to me, may not be understood by the native English speakers. For the sake of English speakers to under sand I will tell you it’s translation, Holy the Light. Holy the light of what? Holy the light of her eyes is the answer, such the song is a love song. I relate because I feel her eyes are holy. I remembered the song right away when I saw her gorgeous black eyes, or may they be green- I am going to try to be confusing for no one to find out who she is.

In the full packed hallway of the first day of school I saw a girl, or may say angel, walk through the hallway with a benevolent smile. Her smile, ah her smile, was truly golden. In a concise description I will say she was a angel. She was a little bit browner than me and had a silky black hair- god, I sound corny.

I saw her again in P.E. She stand up in coquette manner and smiled with the same smile she had last time. She talked to 2 friends of mine and laughed. She turned and got a glimpse of her eyes and golly how beautiful eyes! Maybe to others these eyes aren’t anything important but for me those black eyes seemed black onyxes. They evoked me memories of that song, again. I my mind it played “Bendito Dios por encontrarnos en el camino”. But suddenly came the part “y de repente sostienes la mirada” her onyx eyes turn and meet mine. I turn away my eyes and do as if I was looking around. She believed it and turn back to talk. It had been excruciating to only see her from distance and it was about time to endeavor to talk to her. 

Two days later I found her talking to a girl that is a friend of mine. I started to talk to mi friend and then included her in the conversation. My first endeavor to talk to her had been a mayor success and I had become a friend of her. I had discovered that she was strictly Christian and that was great because I am a strict catholic. I didn’t make any difference because catholic and Christian weren’t that different. I found out she is from Panama, something I would had never guessed if she hadn’t told me. I had also learned that her voice was as beautiful as her eyes.

I think that I had really found a girl that I was truly in love with. I girl that had given me the response to learn that song in my guitar. Even thought there are chances that that opportunity never comes I will be ready if a door opens. After all I had found the girl that will own that song in my heart. My oobleck heart that is weak for some blows and strong against others. Sadly this is one of those blows that really hit me hard. I don’t know why I am sharing this but I truly feel relived.

Bendito el lugar, y el motivo de estar ahí,
Bendita la coincidencia,
Bendito el reloj, que nos puso puntual ahí,
Bendita sea tu presencia.

Bendito Dios por encontrarnos en el camino,
Y de quitarme esta soledad de mi destino.

Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,
Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,
Desde el alma.

Benditos ojos que me esquivaban,
Simulaban desde que me ignoraban,
Y de repente, sostienes la mirada.

Bendito Dios por encontrarnos en el camino,
Y de quitarme esta soledad de mi destino.

Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,
Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada, oh.

Gloria divina, diste suerte de buen tino,
Y de encontrarte justo ahí en medio del camino,
Gloria al cielo de encontrarte ahora,
Llevarte mi soledad, y coincidir en mi destino,
En el mismo destino.

Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,
Bendita la luz, bendita la luz de tu mirada,
Bendita mirada,
Bendita mirada desde el alma, tu mirada,
Bendita, bendita, bendita mirada,
Bendita tu alma y bendita tu luz.

Tu mirada, oh, oh, oh,
Digo es tan bendita tu luz, amor, amor,
Bendito el reloj y bendito el lugar,
Benditos tus besos cerquita del mar,
Y tu mirada, amor, amor,
Que bendita tú mirada, tu mirada amor.

My Love Martha

August 2, 1660

Dear Martha,

            Love, I’ve had an avid desire to be able to communicate with you. I have worked day and night to be able to send you this letter oversea. It has been excruciating to wake up in the morning and not be next to you. I have missed to look into your gorgeous cocoa brown eyes.  I find it despicable that they didn’t let you come here since the inauguration of the camp. However, I will put all of this aside because I want to inform you about what is happening here.

The settlement of Jamestown has been very turbulent for a lot of time because the nobles still rebuff the idea of working. I send you this letter for you to know how things are being modified in the settlement. Things here are not as in England because of the hideous problems we have faced. The imperative need of work in the field made the settlement leader John Smith decide that everybody will work if they wanted to eat.

            We didn’t only survive because of the work of everybody but because of the aid of the Indians. Tanks of Smith’s guile of giving dumb gift we got a lot of assistance from the Indians. He tricked theses Indians to help us and them we made them our slaves and take there land. Thanks to the settler’s disposition to learn, they learned from the Indians how to hunt and plant in this new land. We came for treasures such as gold and silver but we found a new way of life and in a spontaneous turn our treasure became tobacco. Tobacco from Jamestown is being shipped to England all the time. I hope that you join me in my success and come to join me at the settlement. If we have children here, I am sure we will ensure generations of riches to the family.

Love, from your loving husband,

Theodor

Harmodio Harris

Wonderwall

                Wonderwall, the song that had been a real nightmare to me was mastered. As a wild horse I had tamed it, me the tamer my guitar the rope. My guitar felt old and unhappy, my pick didn’t stick in my finger. The pick kept sliding off as if it was buttered, falling inside my Lucida guitar and interrupting the song. My capo makes the strings vibrate making an unbearable insect buzz. My untuned guitar made a Do sound a Re, ruining the whole guitar intro. Natalia showed worry in her eyes; she was as lost as me. Alejandro looked at us with an unhappy look while he played his sax solo. Finally, all those problems were gone because, as I said before I have fully mastered the song.

                I stepped prepared, calm, and harmonious into the full classroom. I opened the cover of my piece of wood and grabbed my pick and capo out. I pick up my red pick, a color that for me represents power and control. My mouth modulated the words “I want to play something alone” as my feet marked tempo. I started with an E minor with a strumming of such precision as Slash. I kept playing the cords G, D, and A with a strumming in the perfect tempo. The word flew in my mind, “Today is gonna be the day they gonna throw it back to you…”. I felt ready to toss away my $70 Lucida and to bring on the $2,000 Gibson Les Paul.  

                The final moment came, the so problematic chorus. In my mind I remembered the guitar player that played the song. I knew the chorus and played the notes without the need of seeing the guitar to know where to place my fingers. In my head the song kept flying “Cause’ maybe…you gonna be the one that saved me… and after all… you’re my Wonderwall”. An honest smile came thru my face because after all I had been victorious in my endeavor to play the song. My guitar was another arm… another part of me. The instrument I had found dreadful has becomes my pride and happiness. So much pride I have in myself for this that I am now putting this in my blog at 9:00.

Honest Harpy Eagle takes Flight

Honest Harpy Eagle takes Flight

        Yesterday was Confession Tuesday and I confessed that I didn´t felt ready for 8th grade. I had written that maybe in a week or less I will be ready for it. One day after taking that off me I fill ready to take flight. Music class calmed me and let me think over. I was relaxed and by night  I felt ready for 8th grade. I will do my best on 8th grade and pass the class with skill.

I am Sure

I am Sure

Harmodio Harris                                                                                                                               September 5, 2011

                I had it; I had finally wrapped up the death of the old man. I had been simulating the crime lots of times and I was sure of what had happened that cold night. Me and my partner, Bill, had been gingerly studying the crime and I am sure the old men had not died of natural cause. What at start was a surmise was know a serous accusation. I had even a neighbor that could corroborate in trial and another one that endeavor to get the killer to justice. I drank the last sip of my cappuccino and stood up and hot my car keys.

I was in the police station at 8:30 with Billy and the report I had done. I was 12clad in my clean and ironed police uniform. Even fighting crime you should look slim and handsome. Late as always, Captain got into the office. I explained how the crime had not been cursory but very well planned. I was so sure of what I was saying I said it in an abrasive manner. I was informed by a neighbor that in the middle of the night he heard a small sound. I could say that the killer had tried to kill the old man before in the night put the man had woken up. As every guy that is woken in the middle of the night, he was electrified. I am sure the man tried to calm himself and convince himself that it was noting. Wail the man was still awake doing something as checking his inventory in his head the killer didn’t attack because the man could has fight back. He was probably dehydrated and grabbed the glass of water that was found in small table next to his bed. In that exact moment he was surprised by the killer that suffocated him with the bed. How the bed and the room were found I am sure that the men tried fighting the killer but he suffocated before he could do something, he had succumbed.

It was the day after I submitted my report of the crime. I and Billy had derived the last clue needed to get suspect in jail when we mentioned hat the bed was extremely messy and the man’s body showed that he struggled to fight back. I felt good in getting the man to confess because I felt he was the killer since I saw his fake grimace. All of the neighbors were gruesome