My recent new Christmas Laptop!

I’m certainly new in the computer. I just got my own large computer yesterday when I installed WIFI. I don’t like using it for it doesn’t have sound. I bought a small mini-lap top HP when I started school and by the end of the first year didn’t like it much for the Office was too small. I saw a 14 inch HP last Christmas for $450, a great price, and bought it and am extremely happy. I didn’t get it earlier because I am more interested in playing guitar and was into buying a new laptop. I love this place. Have a great weekend… By the way I posted this here first because I started another blog in Blogger when I started school, want to get feedback. I heard that nobody reads blogs and I can understand why, there are many fun things to do in life, eventually I will post every thing whether or not any one reads it!

Abrir a la Slendour

Los días son muy calurosos y secos, no hay lluvia. Uno escucha a los grandes compositores, de la estación clásica se reproduce la música cada vez más banales, una música fácil de escuchar para complacer a la gente. Sin embargo, he oído que hay estaciones que tocan música más progresiva, (se sabe que con seguridad en Internet) Siempre ha sido malo en las estaciones de radio ni siquiera se oía una completa sinfonía de Beethoven, no importa que Ives no se oirá más aquí, a excepción de una pieza vocal y piano. El calor es tan increíble y ahora el humo de la quema de los Everglades que no tienen agua. La gente debería tener más cuidado la protección y amantes de la naturaleza. Deben pasar más tiempo al aire libre y leer, cantar, que no debe pasar perdiendo sus vidas en cosas innecesarias. Las cosas innecesarias que consume, en lugar de abrir a la slendour a su alrededor.

Las Musica de estos dias

La música en estos días ha sido en gran medida por abaratar los valores comerciales como ningún otro período de la historia. Los valores de las personas ha ido muy baja, porque no se les enseña a valorar muchos instrumentos. Para la historia de valor de la música, no sólo del mundo occidental, pero las culturas del mundo. El valor de los instrumentos no se respetan los que sólo en el jazz tradicional o clásica o el rock progresivo se trajeron a un buen estado, para la música más popular es estéril de instrumentos mucho más. Vivimos en un mundo multicultural y por tanto de la música y todas las artes que miran. Similar es la religión, no hay manera de salir de ella, para vivir en el mundo moderno es ser multicultural.

Child of the Moment

Child of the moment gleaming from no where?
From what wonder star galaxy bright swirling
the dim earth that sadly sells for a thin dime.
The coffin box there lies for all to see, but people
just past it by hungry for strange wailing ghost with toys.
Where do you come from and where are you going?
Did you know the grey showers outside are gleaming
in sad rivers going no where but the boisterous sea.
Child of the moment gleaming green from no where,
the melody pours forth so refined disappearing to the space.
A boy eleven with his instrument by an old church
playing much better than a professional on Easter Eve
as birds listened fascinated while others drifted to work.
The church was ringing its bells tirelessly through the air,
as the boats of the Miami River came to their old piers,
the children were playing under the palms, as an old
bearded painted sat his hours to his easel in drizzling rain.
Later, Michio, a Japanese guy with sarong and tank top
and a flowing beard playing his shakuhachi and drum
~isn’t this what they loved, instead of so much television?
The ocean was out there, as people suntanned,
but the colorful playground was empty before us.
There was a long conversation before us, but
he had certainly a plane, then a train to catch….
The long haired, bearded Japanese one was on a long trip
to Macchu Picchu, then staying in Belize for the rest
of the year in a rundown old cottage by the sea,
eating fish and laying naked under naked stars
with his childhood friends Miguel Suertes Blanco,
and Bianca Rodriguez and their seven children
in their tattered old clothes and rundown shanty
by the blue curling river with abundant fish.
Sitting under the shady green strumming the charango
to long lost memories of olden songs his mother sang.
There will be old Mariachi bands, Peruvian flutes,
Faraway drumming as the purple rain falls.
Laying there with the toucan and sliding snake
on the old rustic hammock enjoying the breeze.
He will change his shade with the misty moon,
and appear later as the frightful yellow leopard hidden
deep in the cave crying at the misty moon!