la bourgeosie Veuillez vous corriger ce texte? il s´agit d´un extrait d´une oeuvre satirique que j´essai d´ecrire sur la bourgeosie. Merci. C´était l´aube du vingtième siècle et le diner commença, les yeux attentives, les bouches tyranniques de jeter ses mots, la célébration fut remplie de finesse. Monsieur Luiton fut nettement vivant et glorifié par ses camarades en parlant de sa dévotion quasi-religieuse qu´il exerçait vers Louis XIV. Même s´il s´agissait d´un personnage historique, il le sentait plus réel et present que lui-même. Evidemment, il se fut interdit par sa voix interieure de ne pas balbutier sur Mathieu Dreyfus et émile Zola afin de ne pas tomber à l´état sauvage des animaux. Monsieur Le Molgnes se hâta doucement à raconter les mots qu´il avait inventé la veille après n´avoir fait rien et avant ne faire rien dans la matinée. Parmi ces mots se trouvaient "finequice", "lojeánere" et "vodafone". Étrange, il avait la certitude que dans le futur quelqu´un pourrait trouver ses écrits et en utiliser un mot pour nommer une entité essentielle. Et monsieur "Le silence", dont l´esprit sensible et romatique fut frappé par la lecture de Dracula, et qui à partir de cet instant se croyait lui-même un vampire littéraire, tentait de rester en silence pour que ses beaux camarades ne soient capables d´entrevoir quelque chose de mauvaise à travers ses mots.

Je ne suis pas de bambou. Je suis devant vous. Pourriez-vous me corregir cette histoire? JE NE SUI PAS DE BAMBOU!!! Dés que je suis arrivé à France afin d´enseigner aux enfants l´espagnol, on m´fait partir à cause de cette terrible iniquité. Au début du jour, j´étais prêt à me présenter formellement devant quarante élèves. Hélas ! Cependant que j´ai eu dire : « Je suis devant vous » pour bien commencer, ce que j´ai dit était : « Je suis de bambou », dont que j´ai vraiment perdu la conscience de la situation. Le lendemain, on a organisé une sortie au Zoo National, dans lequel il y avait deux pandas qui me regardaient furieusement. Alors que les élèves m´ont puisé a côte des ceux-ci pour s´assurer que j´étais enfin de bambou. Dont qu´on a mangé mes bras, et j´écris le crayon dans ma bouche. La morale de cette histoire, c´est que les enfants et les pandas sont terribles. Adieu.

Female genital mutilation Female Genital Mutilation Among a great number of issues which torment any kind of rational human being because of its harness and brutality in current society, we find the female genital mutilation, which is not an isolated problem, but a widespread one extended over a lot of African countries. It is therefore our moral obligation to focus part of our attention on this fact to find out where the proper solution might lie. First of all, a great understanding of the reasons why this may happen is needed. Above all, traditions seem to be the most obvious factor, being supported by both men and women. For most of them, this aberration looks quite natural as they have been growing up in contact with the same ideas and beliefs. It is, however, important to point out that they are not evil in the same way that occidental murderers or rapists could be. It is a matter of education, which can make people believe whatever as it is the root of our human development. Consequently, as a first step, we have to change their minds by creating schools where children should be taught to respect themselves. As a second step, the governments of every country where this practice is still present should take part in justice by imposing harsh but necessary punishments. Jails are to be full with diehard defenders that may give their lives to make sure that the tradition will never change. Nonetheless, since we want these apparently abhorrent people be entirely different, all kinds of psychologist methods coming from the most remarkable universities are to be applied in these jails, provided that no human right is jeopardized. Rather than that, they would happily embrace new ideas through contact with psychologists, some years of restructuring and humanity in a suitable environment. All things considered, though these steps might be regarded as rather radical solutions, they are entirely necessary if we want to keep a safe planet for our daughters and sons. May I conclude by adding my most sorrowful tears coming from my inner soul to sympathize with all women that have been dealing with this. May peace remain inside their hearts from now on.

Black, White and Light part 2 ...And then she was running like the same martyr. Blackness will become light. Sorrow will become healing. All these thoughts were among ourselves, and none of them left us. She considered, she wondered, imagined all the same idyllic wonders next to her, some distance before her, lain upon a certain place in the distance… there… there…. There, she thought… will lay my rest, will hide my body and cover my face from coldness and alien sight… there I will be there. Her energy collapsed, her thoughts rolled over the ground like circles in a sequence of icy blocks in weightlessness. She fell down and her legs ached in the darkness, far away where humanity is missing and present at the same time. Nevertheless, as she was sobbing with no movement on her side, we noticed by putting special attention, that something was growing. Her breath got quieter; her thumbs got identified with the rhythm of calmness; her eyes were finally open in a blink, and she remained there, within her bodily temple. A yellow sparkling light was exiting from her mouth. Breath became then a red color which was spread all around her body. Blue appeared from her cerulean eyes. Life was raised by a mysterious force, in the silent wave of silence. Conclusion: Enjoy the moment and don´t focus too much on the future, which is actually uncertain, and don´t suffer in order to attain a good future, because perhaps you will be always suffering for a future which will never come. I wrote it in a rush and it could be several mistakes.

Black, white and light (part 1) The only vivid breath remained untouched between her lungs. There she went, running among lakes of loneliness. She looked aside, but gloom was the only thing made out over the horizon. Perhaps, our moon smiled in tragedy and pain above her hair, crowned by thousands of fine pure golden colors, which were dramatically invisible by our daylight eyes. There she went, even now, she did not fail. The light was at the end, little swallow was reaching the end. It was her light; her crucifixion was the moment of death she lived upon, surrounded by endless paths that befuddled her, ancient memories that shocked her harrowing soul. There she ran to the best of her ability “I will pursue it” said she, in the exact way of silence, for no word was pronounced, just a torment made up a breath, an element called air that exited her body as in a race from hell leading into a second hell. All her energy was required so as to face up her running, and she claimed for heavenly help even though there was no evidence of such a melodramatic existence. She shouted in a sign of grim sorrow, since fear for not reaching her destiny was among her tears inside. We can just welcome her and give our considerations to her purpose. Some of us will join her and will run forevermore, beside her, through everlasting dances of mystery and blackness. But our sight, may I say, our voice will be clear and the main aim would place itself onto the highest podium though underrated under opaque blocks of grief. But one day, some of us will reach our destination, and will laugh as a joyful martyr. Some of us, even before her, even before our goddess to follow in her perpetual running, would become perfect beings by ourselves, though for just a moment, and for just another moment death would relieve us...

Differences between girls and boys while speaking in Japanese?

I know that, for example "boku and ore" are pronuons only for boys, whereas "atashi or itai" are for girls, which I don´t see in any other language. What more differences could you tell me in terms of vocabulary and expressions which are fixed just for one gender? and why this happens?

My dreamy house For those who are wealthy, to buy a sophisticated house is not an issue. However, most people must deal with their own shabby flats in the city. But have you ever considered a little cottage surrounded by nature? Actually, that is my only dreamy house. To begin with, I am in no way to abide disturbing noises from the city. All I need is to look through a window and gape at a breath-taking landscape ablaze with greenness and serenity. Moreover, it must be small for a gargantuan house can fill my mind with confusion. Besides, I would not like to be troubled with any neighbor. The only person I want to remain beside me is my lover since any house in her company becomes wonderful. I would decorate it with my paintings as it is to contain every single rest of my essence. Furthermore, the ceiling and the walls must be painted with a cerulean blue combined with pure white color. Any other color can shake my emotions with alacrity because of my extreme sensibility. Lastly, since I love animals, I would like to be welcomed when entering into the house by hundreds of birds flying freely over the furniture and above my head. To sum up, what I need is a small house away from any city so as to devote my entire life in love, serenity and devotion. As John Lennon said: “All you need is love”, and you are allowed to say I am too romantic and idealistic, but leave me alone with my house.

A definite vision I was pacing awkwardly down the street on my way home. The sun went down from his blessed sky until vanishing to emptiness. The sea was roaring beside my poor ears, whilst the singing birds flew around in search of a definite setting down on that frosty nightfall. My head, which was plenty of vain thoughts, moved from one side to another as spending time looking for any specific detail which could lead me into thinking something beautiful. Nevertheless, it kept in a certain position and made my whole body stand like an iron pole. It was an odd image, a spirit from an uncertain planet becoming entirely in a woman. She, if that pronoun were appropriate enough for such a goddess, was walking in fine elegance like a golden statue getting more and more alive. Her lank, black hair cascaded all over her back like holy water falling from heaven. It reminded me of an unheard-of kind of exotic silk I´ve never come across again. Her mouth was brighter than twilight. It was the result of various tears of ruby coalescing into a single bright entity. Her statuesque body 1.90 meters tall surrounded her soul as attempting to protect it from any alien investor. Her cerulean eyes seemed not to blink. By contrast, her stare was pointing out the horizon right before her. Her soft milky complexion received the low light from the day that was getting off. Lastly, her figure disappeared in the distance until reviving again in one of my most daredevil dreams on a peaceful slumber.

What is your best approach to learning new vocabulary of a foreign language?

Do you use some methods? It could be very helpful to share them in this community. And it it is for any kind of language in the world.