Tras haber creado mi anterior blog cecilmundo varias personas, muchos de ellos mis alumnos, me sugirieron que creara una secciòn dentro de cecilmundo para publicar mis obras de docencia de idiomas. Dado que la cantidad de documentos de explicaciones, ejercicios y exàmenes de inglès son muy numerosos porque tengo màs de 30 años del ejercicio de la docencia, preferì estrenar blog con mis alumnos a como ellos realmente merecen. En este blog planetcecil no solo iràn mis documentos didàcticos de inglès, sino tambièn la producciòn literaria de varios alumnos que se destacan en las letras. Tambièn darè oportunidad a aquellos que tienen excelentes obras pero que no han logrado publicarlas ya que en mi paìs Nicaragua todo se mueve por la marrana polìtica, y si una no pertenece a determinado partido no verà jamàs publicado su opus. Tambièn tenemos la desgracia de contar con seudoeditores quienes al no conocer verdaderamente de literatura se convierten en mercenarios de la imprenta solo para llenarse ellos mismo de dinero y fama a costillas de los escritores. Todos aquellos que deseen participar en este blog, denlo de antemano por suyo. Aunque lleve mi nombre en un arranque de egolatrìa, yo soy sencillamente vuestra servidora.Cecilia

Las alas de la educación

Las alas de la educación
La educación es un viaje sin final.

La lección de física

La lección de física
Casi aprendida

lunes, 30 de junio de 2008

License to kill

6th entry to the Colonel`s Scrapbook
June 30th

1294 Jews are expelled from Berne Switzerland, has everyone been so kind and gentle?
1559 Henri II has a freak accident predicted by Nostradamus
June 30, 1559, at the Place des Vosges in Paris, during a match to celebrate the Peace Treaty of Cateau-Cambrésis with his longtime enemies, the Habsburgs of Austria and to celebrate the marriage of his por not yet nubile daughter Elizabeth of Valois to the monstruous King Philip II of Spain, King Henri was mortally wounded by the lance of Gabriel Montgomery, captain of the King's Scottish Guard. The lance pierced his temple like a skewer for a macabre kebab and, despite the efforts of royal surgeon Ambroise Paré, he died on July 10, 1559[ with a massive infection to his head. Henri was buried in a tomb in Saint Denis Basilica. Prior to his death, Queen Catherine de Medici had limited access to his bedside and denied his mistress (Diane de Poitiers) access to him, even though he repeatedly asked for her. Following his death, Catherine sent de Poitiers into exile, where she was to live in comfort on her own properties until her death.

Brawls. History is full of them. Dysfunctional families cause not only headlines on the local newspapers but also go down in history for the changes they provoked. Happy people have no history, someone said. I don`t agree. And stories can be as happy or unhappy as you want them to be. Depends on perspectives. What can be utter disgrace for one person may be heaven for another. Just depends what you want. Abraham Lincoln, the best statesman that the United States ever produced, used to say that you are as happy as you want to be. Each one has his own parameter for happiness. Total happiness doesn`t exist. Or it is so fleeting that you may be having lots of it and not be realizing it exists. I remember when I read D .H. Lawrence`s famous novel Lady Chatterley`s Lover. Connie doesn’t realize how happy Mellors has made her until one day she just looks at the guy and thinks, ”Im happy because he is there.” Happiness doesn`t hit like a thunderbolt, sending everyone flying.It is the slow change of colors from the first moment the sun announces its arrival in the middle of twilight until he finally erupts full force from the horizon. and covers the earth with its rays as far as he can go at he moment. The rest of the globe will always be dark until the sun starts his glorious march across the sky, the chariot that Phaeton could not control.
Was Henri II of Valois ever happy? First as a hostage to the Spaniards, then getting married to an ugly fat sack of Italian coins who was Catherine de Medici. He found the love of his life outside his cold marriage bed, Diane de Poitiers. Some centuries later Benjamin Franklin would say that where there was marriage without love there would be love without marriage. Barely the truth, mind you. It happens more often than you imagine. Maybe those Jews who got expelled from Switzerland could have told you about, because they were experts in arranged marriages. One of my students used to ask me,”Colonel, how does the body know that it is married, so it won`t desire anyone else but the spouse?” That was one of the most difficult questions I ever had to answer. Oh no, I would rather give you all the details about all the good kings named Henry in history, or ask me to explain some theorems in math despite the fact that I am olympically stupid for numbers. Desire and marriage are directly but oppositely proportional. Even though sir Isaac Newton was wise enough to never marry and probably died a virgin surrounded by his hairy cats and memories of his long chat with Tsar Peter the Great while Newton was England`s master of the MInt, he would understand what I am saying,
Maybe that is why when I wrote the short story A Female for Techulca, I began the tale with my own quote, ”Marriage is the cheque with two signatures which the procedure of cashing it at the bank of life ends up showing it was void.” My spouse got a bee in his bonnet back then. How dare I,a female whose duty was to bow her head and accept any dictation from him, write such a barbarous statement. The worst thing is that I have seen my own quote on several websites throughout Internet, giving me credit for it. At least ask them to give you credit with your married name growled he. Owning the woman he owns the brain, wow. It makes sense: men sometimes have to establish ownership over a woman with brains so as to make up for the fact that they lack one on their own. The truth always gets ahead, even if angry spouses threaten you for being a bigmouth. The same man who affirms that his nasty Pitbull bitch can bark all night letting no one in four blocks around the house sleep is the same one who says ladies don`t move in bed(but this quote from Queen Victoria is funny because she did move enough in bed with her Albert, enough to produce 9 kids),That same man says ladies cannot express anything without their spouse`s seal of approval.
Embittered? No, people. I am aware that marriages like my parents` were made in heaven. They were like perennial sweethearts and they even died together on that awful plane crash in Honduras in 1989. marriages like this one is what make people believe that such union as matrimony is a bed of roses, and I agree with them. But roses also have big fat thorns. The Czech poet Rainier Maria Rilke(I always wonder why he wrote in German, maybe he had a little nostalgie de la boue, or longing for the mud) said that in marriage each spouse appoints the other the guardian of his solitude. True. There is no bigger solitude than the one you feel while lying in a bed with someone who never communicates with you. In this case Rilke probably meant that guardian was a synonym of jailer. Poor guy. Even though he said such a beautiful sentence he didn`t deserve to die of leukemia. Thanks to poets like him people continue getting leg-shackled and living to lament it. Just because pigeons mate for life doesn`t mean we have their same capacity. Remember animals like pigeons were, according to Genesis, created before Yahwe had the awful idea to make us humans.
Marriage will continue to exist every time one finds a way to self punishment. The wounds inflicted in matrimony are sometimes more festering and painful than those from the battlefield.

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