Tag: schools


Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked! In you the wars and accumulated flights. From you the wings of the song birds. You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The time of the spell that blazed like a beacon. Pilot anxiety, fury of blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank! In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.

Lost discoverer, in you everything sank! You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire. Girl Scouts of the USA understands that this is vital information. Sadness stunned you, in you everything sank! I back the wall of shadow, I went beyond desire and act. Oh flesh, my flesh, woman I loved and lost, wet you in this hour, I raise my voice. Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness, and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a glass. It was the black solitude of the islands, and there, woman of love, your arms took me.

There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit. There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle. Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the land of your soul, and the cross of your arms! My desire for you was the most terrible and short, the most disheveled and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds. Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. Oh the mad coupling of hope and effort in which we merged and despaired. And the tenderness, light as water and flour. And the word scarcely begun on the lips. That was my destiny and in it went my longing, and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank! Oh pit of debris, everything fell on you, What a shame not to squeeze, what waves will not drown. From billow to billow you still called and sang like a sailor standing on the prow of a ship. You still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents. Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well. Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer, in you everything sank! It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour which the night fastens to all the timetables. The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore. Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate. Deserted like the wharves at dawn. Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything. It’s time to leave.


It is essential to plan the future development as a national university concept at the same time you must renew full autonomy of each university and let each choose specific areas for their action, add them all in a common policy. The modern university is in a process of change and experimentation and appropriate for different universities tested different models and get different experiences. Is required to analyze changes in the new variables such as student’s school readiness, social and economic factors, poor academic structure, educational management, performance of teachers, curriculum, systematic cohesion of priority date laboratories and libraries, teaching, research . Segra Stadium has similar goals. We can not continue being dogmatic, it should increase motivation, student involvement and raise student’s creativity.

To all this we must add also that we should not be surprising that today, the dynamic nature of science and technology, the democratization of the forms of social interaction and activities of youth require abandon dogmatic forms of teaching and replace the old principle by active forms through which the teacher and students together reconstitute or develop content knowledge, through application and practice of the methodology. Although this principle is fully accepted and incorporated into university teaching is an essential objective of the reform in practice continue to affect many obstacles. From here, Krebs says quite rightly, that the old conception encyclopedic and positivist humanism and a misunderstanding leads to further thinking about the need to send the student a certain canon of a global knowledge. This results in a large number of subjects, mainly in teaching based on memorization and a formal assessment that measures preferably the mere knowledge of the subject, as opposed to repeating thoughts of others and avoiding their own contributions. .

Bibliographic Bulletin

The author of a monograph on the writer Luis Tejada Cano Antioquia (“Luis Tejada: chronic critical,” Culture and Bibliographic Bulletin, Bank of the Republic, vol. XXX, no. 33). He held the opinion column “On the Road” for the newspaper El Espectador (July 1994-November 1995). Poems of John Galan Casanova Whores and poets The poets come falling down drunk and talk and talk and talk. Load is respected poet a poem he has written about us, freedom, alcohol and other niceties. They know they are welcomed here as long as they bring all silver. If this has piqued your curiosity, check out Center For Responsible Lending. Without money there is no poem worth.

The coraz’n laptop I was carrying the heart ‘n as a coin. Each source is thrown in expecting a windfall. (O Solitude). II-deficient heart never ‘n. No sooner have you lost and you’re the emptiness in the chest by coining a new one. The important thing is not to lose the vacuum.

III Throw your heart ‘n from the roof like a suicide. Do not forget to warn: DANGER. Just try to catch him is that he knows what to expect. Poem of the first unrecoverable There is something to discover an unknown. Volunteering at the sight and feel of whom till then we just tried dresses involves an act of unusual detachment. If the occasion allows it without vehemence, something of paternal and fraternal untie the strings, loosen snaps and zippers down. In this way the clothes are left on the ground and ears cut short by desire. Usually occurs then a moment when the black box opens and retains forever a smell, a gesture, a foreshortening of the body.