miércoles, 11 de mayo de 2011

Is our Battler



It looks like a nightmare that never ends.
with thousands of unanswered questions.
you fill the soul with sadness.
by just thinking about your problem.
who imagine that a beautiful day.
become a vicious storm.

Your are a important person
for my and  my family
and you Know that we love you
and that you are part of our hearth.
We are with you in the pain
and we fight with you in the battle.
Your problem is only a obstacle
of the blessing that it is coming.

 We are your family and we are your new home
and together to  my brother and your daugther
we are going to care you.

You know that my brother loves you and that your daughter hopes you. You Know that this is not your end if not is the principle of something big.

We are not doctors but we have the faith in God
and we know that God will heal you.
 You are not alone Jesus walk with you in your problem and with Jesus you have the victory.


Dear; brother

 Thanks for your letter
 I know that with Jesus everything is posible
and I know that your family loves me.
I have the strength for fight this battle.
I fight for my dauther and my husband
because they are everything in my life.

Thanks for everything,
 I know that the family are sad for all that have happening
but I am sure that I have the victory against the cancer.

With love your Sister.

martes, 10 de mayo de 2011

Where I'm From

My city

I am from la ciudad del mango
and the city of el colegio
from the west of Puerto Rico.

My city is luchadora
and very hospitalaria.
but have a particular problem 
and this problem is los tapones

In this city live mucha gente
and in the day parace un microonda
because in the noon brilla la rendonda
in the trees and in your mente.

In the past year my city
celebro the centralamerican games
and all class of people traveled
for see these amazing games.

I am proud de mi pueblo
por que siempre dice presente
by that reason es urgente
say that I carry it in my mind.

viernes, 6 de mayo de 2011

The bomba music is our Legacy!!!


    We are all part of a story and this story identifies us. We all carry within us the blood of our ancestors. The bomba identifies us as a people and country.  We are a country with great tradition . The story is always present in our lives. This music reflects the feelings of a country that lives with joy. In my personal opinion I think that this music will never end. And never will change or disappears. This music is the legacy of our ancestors

I'm Sorry this is my parking!!

I'm Sorry this is my parking!!

Lo siento niña bonita 
this is the parking of my car
if you want a parking
lo buscaras en otro lugar 

Este es mi derecho
I 'm the president
 de este lugar
if you want a parking 
lo buscaras en otro lugar

Yo vengo tarde de casa
I'm ready pa trabajar
if you want a parking
lo buscaras en otro lugar

martes, 15 de marzo de 2011

Different Perspectives

║HUELGA / Strike UPR║

In this case I have the opportunity to speak about the UPR revolution. I think that is necessary fight for our right. We have the power to change the future of the University. We are the future of this country and we have the obligation to fight for him.

For other hand  i think that almost of the student have the opportunity to study free and we have the great economic assistance thanks to USA helps. Is unnecessary this situation because the people that receive this economic assistance don't  pay for study. Also we can't have the power over the police P.R. and is our responsibility respect the authority. Finally USA pay our studies.

jueves, 3 de marzo de 2011

¡¡¡The Best Gift in Christmas day!!!!


¡¡¡The Best Gift in Christmas day!!!!
Oh my God Where is my parents
Jesus I promise that I am going to be a good son!!!                                                             
 Please Jesus Let me Find my Parents...

Yes this is the history of my life. Why? This is the great question of my life. Since I was a child my parents and I went to the mall in the weekend. One day before Christmas day my parents and I went to the mall to buy some gifts to my aunts. When we arrived to the mall I can see that the mall was full of people. Then of some time we tried to find a parking. After a while we find parking space.
I was very excited because all in the mall was decorated with Christmas decorations. After a while we visited all the shops stores. Then in the final of the corridor I can saw a big source.... Yes is the Central Source of the mall!! After a long time for contemplate the source I perceive that my parents was not there.
Oh my god where are my parent?  I don't want have to sleep in the street. I don't know how to come back to my home. Jesus please help me  I promise that never I am going to be a bad son. After a time I decided to hide between the clothes. Then to a time I starting to cry because I was alone, but for the grace of my God between the clothes I saw my mom. I was very happy because by a moment I thought that my life simply doesn’t have importance. Finally I had the great gift in Christmas day because Jesus gave me again my life.

martes, 22 de febrero de 2011

What it is????

      Oh my God this place is use by all people in the university. I don't like visiting but for the necessity  I have to do it. This place smell very bad and in some occasion is a complete disaster. The place is divide in two. One is  from men and the other is from Woman!!!
What it is?

jueves, 17 de febrero de 2011



Yes, God saved our Lives~!~!~!

I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember that day because is the day of my horrible car accident. My mom and I were going back to home when a car impact my car. It's an incredible scene I have in my mind. remember I felt my car flying in the air and I thought that was the end of my life. Quickly I started to run to check my mom and to sure that she was fine. When I  looked at my mother I see that she was outside of the car before me.

When I look my car I see that the person that impact me dragged my car to 22 feet  in street. I was surprised by everything that happened but I give thanks to God that he saved the life of my mom and me.  Finally thanks God for protect me and letting me know that always you are there.

martes, 15 de febrero de 2011

Memoir "Elements of Poetry"

 Are you talking to me?

A couple of days ago,
my brother and I had the brilliant idea to go
to shopping at the mall "Plaza las Americas." 
When we arrived we walked around the mall. 
We visit all store from technology, clothing and food stores.

That day I had to buy the clothes for university. 
We visited all the shops and finally 
I decided to enter the store Aeropostal. 
I was surprised because they had low price in the clothing. 
When I went to pay a shirt in the box I see that the cashier is talking to me.
I was surprised but I started to talk with him. 
Then looks at me and he tells me that he was talking on a Bluetooth. 
 I laughed non-stop, while I felt embarrassed. 
 And finally I think that the technology that confused 
to other people should not exist 
because people do not know to whom you are speaking 
and this can be dangerous.


domingo, 13 de febrero de 2011

Monologue

Why? ENGLISH

English, an easy language? Yeah right. I still don't understand why it's so important to speak, and less in a place where the official language is Spanish. As if the English they teach you in school was good. From Kindergarten through high school teaching the same: mom, dad, cat, dog ... And then when you get to college you feel like you've wasted your time in school. Not to mention that you feel like on another planet with so many puertorican speaking English around you, or at least trying, because we hear so original speaking English. So that's all I have to say about English. 
 

domingo, 6 de febrero de 2011

°Monologue about my name°



      My name in Hebrew means "Gos's grace." My name Johnelle is by my grandfather. Since childhood my mother always called me "John" because is easier and shorter. If I had the opportunity to change my name would be by Gabriel. The name does not say who you are. It's your decision to choose who you want to be. Everyone has the power to choose your path. Since childhood the teachers always read and wrote my name wrong. In the certificates, in the lists, notes and everything always carry me name was misspelled. In part I'm lucky because my name in uncommon and rarely have I heard this name.