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martes, 26 de febrero de 2013

Baudelaire, the main flower of evil


Today I'd like to make a tribute to one of my favourite's poets ever, his name is Charles Baudelaire.
Baudelaire was born at Paris and die at the same place. He took a really hard live way due to he used to
drink like a fish and used to get out with some person who weren't a good infuence to him.
So he had to start to drink, and drug to stand living.

Jeanne Duval was his lover for a long time furthermore she was the inspiration for his most famous masterpiece, The flowers of evil ( Le fleurs du mal in French ) in which piece he wrote about the beauty
and the rot both together, that anyone would say:- Baudy, are you crazy?

The answer is obviously not.
Baudelaire has made famous by that, because he mixed all the sentiments up on his poems. He knew
who get the perfect harmony between the ideal landscape and the most disgusting thing. For exemple
on one of his poems he's going with her couple Jeanne for the field and suddenly they find a smelly
carrion and Baudelaire tells her that she will end that way, being a carrion.

That's why Baudelaire has that reputation, not for have written a tender, softly love poems but for have the capacity for take a "normally" feelings (i.e. love) and turn it into something really nasty.

Furthermore Baudelaire was a gotic man who never liked to enjoy the society, and the crowds. He'd
rather to stand all by himself at home writting poems about cliffs, solitude, and shadows.

And here all I think about one of my favourite romantic poets of the 19th century; I hope you liked
and I add so one of my favourite poems of him.
Enjoy ;)

L'Albatros
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'équipage
Prennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,
Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,
Le navire glissant sur les gouffres amers.

À peine les ont-ils déposés sur les planches,
Que ces rois de l'azur, maladroits et honteux,
Laissent piteusement leurs grandes ailes blanches
Comme des avirons traîner à côté d'eux.

Ce voyageur ailé, comme il est gauche et veule!
Lui, naguère si beau, qu'il est comique et laid!
L'un agace son bec avec un brûle-gueule,
L'autre mime, en boitant, l'infirme qui volait!

Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.




The Albatross
Sometimes for sport the men of loafing crews
Snare the great albatrosses of the deep,
The indolent companions of their cruise
As through the bitter vastitudes they sweep.

Scarce have they fished aboard these airy kings
When helpless on such unaccustomed floors,
They piteously droop their huge white wings
And trail them at their sides like drifting oars.

How comical, how ugly, and how meek
Appears this soarer of celestial snows!
One, with his pipe, teases the golden beak,
One, limping, mocks the cripple as he goes.

The Poet, like this monarch of the clouds,
Despising archers, rides the storm elate.
But, stranded on the earth to jeering crowds,
The great wings of the giant baulk his gait.
— Roy Campbell, Poems of Baudelaire (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)


miércoles, 13 de febrero de 2013

Once upon a time...

Once upon a time, there was a little girl called Jessica. She was really beautiful, but one day she realised a really big pimple on her face!
-Oh no! Tonight is going to be my prom! I don't know what must I do!.
Suddenly, the mirror started to speak and Jessica started to freak out.
-Jessica, I can't stand looking at you. What it has happened to you? You used to be beauty, charming and perfect. Now, you look like the Snow White's Witch.

She started to cry desperately and said:
-Mirror, mirror; what should I do? Please, Help me! I can't be at the prom in this way!
-Don't worry my little princess; there's a solution for you... All you have to do is relaxing, and wait  the miraculous, beauty, powerful fairy godmother for, she will help you.
-Oh that's true! How I couldn't think that before? Thank you so much.


This is not a real situation, just because if you had a pimple in the middle of your face everybody would laugh you, and you would cry, you would move to another city, another country, another planet, etc... furthermore 

any "fairy godmother" would come to rescue you, even more, she would run really far away  from you.
So, What can you do? Maybe killing yourself?  Get so nerve-racking that you would get a fit?
The answer is clear; take it easy and relax! All problems have solution.


If you had a pimple on your face, a good advice for you would be a good facial cleaning with an exfoliating brush (one of my favorite one is the Garnier's Pure Active exfoliating brush, whose main component is the Salicylic acid). This product makes  fats of the pimple dissapear and it gives to your face a pretty look, because unblocks the blackheads and exfoliates the face in depth.



Before the face cleaning what you must do is washing your face with warm water (you can wash your face with cold and freeze water in summer, it will be a great cold experience at summer's nights. On the other hand, if you had the great idea of washing your face with cold water at winter might you get as cold as  penguin's feet so I don't recommend it).



Finally, once you had exfoliated and washed your face you have to put a good cream over your face. Remember that the cream has to be specially for fat skins, so the cream has to be oil-free because if you add more fats to your skin might be it will appear more blackheads and pimples so don't do it!



And after this, you will be ready for any kind of date or event you have. For emergencies, you can apply on your pimple a little of green tea's oil which will dry a little the blackhead or pimple and the red will decrease.



-Mirror, mirror, How I look like now?- said Jessica in front of her mirror.

-Oh Jess, now you look like a real princess.- reply the mirror.- Can you do to me the same? 
-No, I can't. Snow White Witches don't clean mirrors.