Tuesday, 23 December 2008
Monday, 22 December 2008
Saturday, 20 December 2008
Wednesday, 17 December 2008
Sophie gazed out into the world. Suddenly a squirrel ran up the trunk of a pine tree. It circled the trunk a few times and disappeared into the branches.
"I've seen you before!" thought Sophie. She realized that maybe it was not the same squirrel that she had seen previously, but that she had seen the same "form." For all she knew, Plato could have been right. Maybe she really had seen the eternal "squirrel" before- in the world of ideas, before her soul had taken residence in a human body.
Could it be true that she had lived before? Had her soul existed before it got in a body to move around in? And was it really true that she carried a little golden nugget inside her- a jewel that cannot be corroded by time, a soul that would live on when her body grew old and died?"
-Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World
Thursday, 11 December 2008
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Boy: Mira, mamá, casi me lo aprendo entero.
(Through the corner of my eye I see he has a sheet with what I imagine are lyrics.)
Send them your heart /So they'll know that someone cares /And their lives will be stronger and free /As God has shown us by turning stone to bread /So we all must lend a helping hand. In choppy English.
Mother: Pués si que lo escriben distinto a como lo pronuncian.
When you're down and out /There seems no hope at all /But if you just believe /There's no way we can fall /Well, well, well, well, let us realize /That a change will only come /When we stand together as oneSomewhere somebody laughs.