El perro Trampek Hace mucho tiempo que no practiqué escribir en español y quiero Volver a hacerlo. Desafortunadamente no me cae en la cabeza ningún tópico interesante en este momente, así que voy a escribir sobre mi perro que me está dando golpecitos en el codillo con su nariz para que juegue co él. Mi perro se llama Trampek. El nombre significa un tipo de de zapato deportivo de cordones con palas de lino hasta el tobillo con suela de goma. Por otro lado, Trampek es tambien el diminutivo de Tramp, "ek" es el sufijo en polaco que sirve para diminuir los nombres. Lo cogí hace cuatro meses de una fundación que se dedica a ayudar a las mascotas sin casas. Entonces tenía tres meses y como vivía en una jaula con su hermana, los llevé dos a mi casa para no dejar uno sólo en la jaula. No podía quedarme con dos perros así que después de un mes de buscar a alguien quien pudiera coger uno de perros, mi amiga decidió llevar la perra. Ahora Trampek tiene siete meses y es ya un perro grande, pesa unos treinta kilógramos y lo quiero mucho pero tengo problemas de conducta con él – resultó un perro agresivo hacia los desconocidos. Se eriza y ladra con su voz grueso cuando estamos de paseo y no le gusta alguna persona. Quizá solo la quiere asustar pero no lo quiero comprobar. También cuando vienen unos huespedes a mi casa a quienes Trampek no ha visto antes, reacciona agresivamente pero después de unos minuos ya es muy familiar y quiere jugar con ellos. Hacia las personas de casa es muy amable y cariñoso, se ve que se encariña mucho con las personas cercanas y les quiere proteger de los demas, probablemente esa sea la causa de su agresión.

Artificial intelligence and music Music is becoming not only human domain – the development of artificial intelligence lead computers to be able to compose it also. Machine generated pieces are so good imitations of human’s works that they are not distinguishable from each other. This can be confirmed using Turing test, during which people decide which work is the one made of human and which one is made of a machine. If they can’t decide properly, this means that the machine passed the test. However, there is no creativity in the machine’s process of generating music, at least for now. The computer uses large amounts of sample music in order to learn how to compose it. All that it produces is based on the data delivered to it during training and is generated thanks to neural networks or other machine learning algorithms. Although it derives from already existing music, it’s a mix of such an enormous quantity of data, that for people it sounds like a completely new piece. One could compare the process to this of human composers who also draw inspiration from multiple sources. All in all, computers probably won’t substitute human composers in near future, as they still can’t create anything without using existing works.

el subjuntivo para expresar futuro

Si quiero escribir una exposición sobre el mundo en el ano 2100 por ejemplo, puedo usar las formas como: quiza haya, tal vez sea... o tengo que usar el futuro? Mi problema es que me decian que haya sea itp. se refieren al presente, pero ahora tengo que escribir sobre futuro usando el subjuntivo. Quiza haya... se puede referir tambien al futuro?

Los cobardes Érase una vez una pequeña, miedosa niña, cuyo mente desde hace mucho tiempo ansiaba el amor. Este sentimiento le fue necesario para huir de su realidad sofocante en la que tenía cada vez menos aire para respirar. Su espíritu, harto del polvo gris que lo cubría, solicitaba percibir al fin colores vivos. Por lo tanto la niña se sumergía con tanta afición en su tristeza, soledad y desesperanza. Sí, prefería lo negro de lo gris y era demasiado débil para pintar el mundo con la felicidad. Para los cobardes es muy difícil ver el arco iris. Esto va a quedar en sus sueños. Los cobardes viven en sus cabezas donde pueden crear un mundo bello y solo los valientes saben llevar este mundo afuera. Estaría muy agradecida si alguien pudiera corregir los errores :)

The Cave Can you hear me? My voice is sliding over damp rocks and comes back to my ears without having been heard by anybody else. Rough, cold floor of the cave is putting pressure upon my feet and the chilling air is pressing me from all directions, which makes me smaller and smaller each second. If it doesn’t stop, I will be shrinking till I disappear completely. The cave will become empty and its walls won’t be touched by any voice never again. Are you sure, you want it? Do you want to kill me? The rocks disdained my words and gave them back to my ears, refusing to receive them. My crushed body uttered a languishing moan, not able to contain it inside the miniaturised flesh. The remains of my voice caressed the cave’s walls for the last time with sadness and compassion, abandoning them dead and lasting for ever. Having got rid of the last sounds from inside, I was able to disappear at last.

"more and more rarely"? Is the construction "more and more rarely" correct? I suppose it's not, so how should it be?

Play Among The Stars I made a step forward and started to fall. What a peculiar sensation to fall up, higher and higher! As if I was swimming in a thick, chocolate pudding. Chocolate? I don’t know why it should be chocolate, I was thinking about consistency of what I am flying in, so what has the pudding’s taste to do with it? Anyway, there are only two possibilities; vanilla or chocolate, I wouldn’t choose any other flavour of pudding. Or maybe caramel also… Yes, that’s a good idea, so be it caramel then. Who the hell is eatting my caramel pudding?! Why of course! How could I not recognise him straightaway? It’s Ben The Elefant, my friend from the old days. To be quite honest, I don’t like him anymore. He was always destroying my soap bubbles, though I was ready to do anything for him. Just now have I realised, after so many years, that all this time he was taking advantage of me. Once, when we were reading a phone book, his excitement reached the top and his trunk started to swell and move in an uncontrolled way. It was the first time when I… What did I do then? I don’t remember, nevermind. I wonder, why it is the heart that we idntify with love and not a kidney for instance. I like my kidneys as well! Okay, I understand that ‘love’ is just an abstract word which means nothing. Or, better said, means everything that you want it to mean. People don’t believe in things they can’t see. So here comes the heart to help us (still, I will persist in kidney which would be the same good or even better)! Ben told me once that love doesn’t exist. Hey, Ben! Are you sure that you exsit? It’s a long way from my home to the moon. I’ve only passed mid-level clouds, so I’ll be travelling for quite a long time. But I’ve always wanted to fly to the moon, play among the stars and see what spring is like in Jupiter and Mars…

The Box (part II) The Box (part II) The next box was opened. Inside, there was infinite number of constantly appearing and disappearing bright shining points, hovering in the dark. The man took next box in his hands and looked in. He could observe from somewhere up above a labirynth, which enormous size prevented him from taking it in entire with his eyes. In the maze of passages he perceived people wandering about and trying to find the way out, unaware there was no exit. They were passing past each other with mind occupied with reaching their nonexistent destination. The man closed the box and left the room, in order to fall asleep once again and return to his box; this time as its participant, not a witness.

The Box (part I) The Box (part I) The man woke up and entered a room full of tiny, wooden boxes scattered on the floor. He squatted and raised the nearest one. One of its sides was movable, so he opened it and looked inside. He found himself on a big scene with millions of puppets around him. Their limbs were attached to endless strings pendant from dark abyss above. They were moving in a chaotic way, bumping one into another and jerking entangled cords. Their colorful costumes and faces painted in bright colours were to give them any expression and hide, they were nothing but wooden blocks created for somebody’s enjoyment. The man put the box back on its place and firmly reached for another one. This time he saw a ship surrounded with an overwhelming expanse of dark, rough water. People on board were clinging tightly to what was within their reach, trying to keep balance and not to be absorbed by the sea. The panic spreaded among them by the storm prevented from thinking about anything else but to subsist. They were focusing on themselves, blind for what was happening around, not even willing to save one’s life just by extending their hands. Their screams were being drowned out by constantly reasounding thunders. Lightnings were illuminating faces dsitorted with fear and pain, with mad expression in their eyes fixed upon an invisible point in the distance. Then, everything calmed down. People filled with overpowering tranquility and inertia, in a state of narcoticlike euforia, were looking around, ravished with a beauty of the world. Overwhelmed with a lust for continous conquering typical of human kind, they let their minds be seized by persistent thought of reaching their destination at all costs. No one knew what exactly he was awaiting for, nevertheless each pair of eyes was trying to perceive this desirable target in the distance, hoping vainly that it’ll emerge somewhere on the horizon.