miércoles, 3 de diciembre de 2008
Vultures
A short story by Franz Kafka
Once there was a vulture that pecked my feet. He already had torn my shoes and stockings and now he pecked my feet. He always threw a peck, he flew around in restless circles and then the work continued.
A gentleman happened by, looked at us awhile and asked me why I tolerated the vulture
I told him - I am defenseless. He came and he began to peck me, I wanted to frighten him and even was planning to die, but these animals are very strong and he wanted to jump to my face. I preferred to sacrifice my feet. Now the pieces are almost done
The gentleman said - do not allow him to torture you, throw him, and the vulture will give up -.
- Does it seem so? - I asked - Do you want to take care of the issue? -
The delighted gentleman said; - I don't have more than to go home to look for my rifle, are you able to wait a half hour more?
- I don't know - I responded, and for an instant I was rigid with pain;; Afterwards I added : - If you please, try anyway. -
- Okay - the gentleman said, - I am going to hurry. -The vulture had listened to our dialogue calmly and he missed the look between the gentleman and I. Now I saw that he had understood everything: He flew a little, he moved back to achieve the necessary impetus and as an athlete that throws the javelin, he inserted his beak deep into my mouth. I felt like a liberation when falling backwards; Then in my blood, he satisfied all of his depths and he flooded all of his banks, the vulture irreparably drowned
A short story by Franz Kafka
Once there was a vulture that pecked my feet. He already had torn my shoes and stockings and now he pecked my feet. He always threw a peck, he flew around in restless circles and then the work continued.
A gentleman happened by, looked at us awhile and asked me why I tolerated the vulture
I told him - I am defenseless. He came and he began to peck me, I wanted to frighten him and even was planning to die, but these animals are very strong and he wanted to jump to my face. I preferred to sacrifice my feet. Now the pieces are almost done
The gentleman said - do not allow him to torture you, throw him, and the vulture will give up -.
- Does it seem so? - I asked - Do you want to take care of the issue? -
The delighted gentleman said; - I don't have more than to go home to look for my rifle, are you able to wait a half hour more?
- I don't know - I responded, and for an instant I was rigid with pain;; Afterwards I added : - If you please, try anyway. -
- Okay - the gentleman said, - I am going to hurry. -The vulture had listened to our dialogue calmly and he missed the look between the gentleman and I. Now I saw that he had understood everything: He flew a little, he moved back to achieve the necessary impetus and as an athlete that throws the javelin, he inserted his beak deep into my mouth. I felt like a liberation when falling backwards; Then in my blood, he satisfied all of his depths and he flooded all of his banks, the vulture irreparably drowned
martes, 2 de diciembre de 2008
MOTOR SCOOTERS
martes, 25 de noviembre de 2008
ALEJANDRO VOLTA
ALEJANDRO VOLTA WAS BORN IN 1745
HE INVENTED THE BOLTERY OF VOLTA
HE DID THE FIRST PROGRESS OF THE ELECTRICITY
HE WAS A FORMAS CIENTIFIC ITALIAN
ALEJANDRO VOLTA DIED IN 1827.
RAFAEL ROSAS
HE INVENTED THE BOLTERY OF VOLTA
HE DID THE FIRST PROGRESS OF THE ELECTRICITY
HE WAS A FORMAS CIENTIFIC ITALIAN
ALEJANDRO VOLTA DIED IN 1827.
RAFAEL ROSAS
ISAAC NEWTON
ISAAC NEWTON WAS BORN IN WHOOLSTORNE
IN 1692
HE STUDIED IN THE SCHOOL OF GRANTHON
HE WAS DEPUTY OF THA HOUSE OF COIN
HE WAS PRESIDENT OF LONDON HE DIED 1727
CARLOS MARTINEZ
IN 1692
HE STUDIED IN THE SCHOOL OF GRANTHON
HE WAS DEPUTY OF THA HOUSE OF COIN
HE WAS PRESIDENT OF LONDON HE DIED 1727
CARLOS MARTINEZ
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