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For many people May 1 means International Worker's Day. A much older tradition, though, is the celebration of May Day. It is a day that honors the beautiful spring season. An old May Day tradition is giving flowers as a symbol of kindness and friendship. Today our Writing Club created paper flowers with a written message for someone dear to them at Doral Park. Click though the pictures to see the happy smiles!

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Who is the best teacher or staff  in the school? why?(opinion base)

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Who is the best teacher or staff  in the school? why?(opinion base)

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A poll was conducted to determine who is the most liked teacher or staff member in the school. After much questioning I have come to the conclusion that all teachers and staff in this school are very well appreciated. Even though all teachers and staff are great there was one who stood out AND HIS NAME ISSSSS MR. CARRAZANA. While that may be shocking to some others would say that he's very funny, very diverse, chill, helps his students a lot, has a funny English, and overall, a great teacher.

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Do you ever realize how adults prefer to go to Epcot and kids prefer to go to Disney? This may also happen when you ask kids and adults where their dream vacation spot is. I did a survey where I asked people, "Where is your dream vacation spot?" When I was interviewing people and asking them, I noticed a pattern. A lot of the kids I asked told me places like Puerto Rico, Dominican Republic, or Turks and Caicos. Whereas the adults responded with places like Italy, Greece, or Hawaii. It became clear that the kids chose places where you can go out, party, or have fun at the beach. As for the adults, they chose places that you can go to relax, have a spa day, or sightsee. Adults are more likely to want to see historical places and have a peaceful vacation. Kids, on the other hand, want to go out and have fun and bask in the moment. Where would your dream vacation spot be?

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If you had to decide whether to stay home or go out, what would you choose? I did a poll asking students and staff members what they would choose. Once I recorded my data, I noticed a pattern between students and staff members. When I asked them what they liked to do when they were at home or outside the majority of people preferred being outside because there are more things to do outside. Popular outside places were: Beach, Mall, Movies. The results were expected not very surprising, However, there was a notable difference between the places adults and students liked to go out. For example, younger people liked going to more loud exciting places like the mall. As for older people, they usually chose more quiet places like restaurants. Did you expect these results?

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How many dreams do I have to dream

How many tears do I have to shed

How many? I ask

How many thoughts do I have to hide

How many words do I have to keep

Somehow it wouldn't be enough for you

I broke all of ME

to be all for YOU

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Movies can reflect who we are, what we like, and what our interests are; they can also help us relax or represent something positive in life—such as a life lesson.

A film can remind you of different stages of your life (such as recalling the movies you watched as a child). Everyone has different tastes, and sometimes these can surprise us—whether it is the way someone thinks or acts, a specific scene, a simple plot twist in a movie, or the film preferences of our friends and acquaintances.

Curiosity got the better of me, so I went around asking many people within my social circle what their favorite movie was. Their responses surprised me; one of the most surprising answers came from a fairly close friend, whose favorite film turned out to be The Avengers. This caught me off guard because he doesn't strike me as the type of person who would typically enjoy that kind of movie.

One thing I really enjoyed about this exercise was that everyone named different films with different themes. This highlights the sheer diversity of movies that exist. Sometimes we assume we are all alike—thinking that everyone watches the same things, or simply because our own favorite movie happens to be a very common one—but nothing could be further from the truth. We are all unique; while we may indeed share favorite films in common, what truly sets us apart is the specific reason why we like them.

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Bad Bunny:  Vulgar Nobody or Innovative Artist?

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Bad Bunny:  Vulgar Nobody or Innovative Artist?

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I’ll say it: I don’t like Bad Bunny—no, no, and no. Personally, I just don’t care for him; I find his lyrics to be somewhat—or rather, quite—degrading. He makes music that makes no sense, music that expresses absolutely no emotion. I’ve had disagreements with my classmates over this topic, but honestly, I don’t care. What matters to me is my own opinion, and his music is worthless; it’s just noise—commercial fluff—not music meant to accompany a feeling, a moment of suffering, or a moment of joy. He uses unpleasant, tasteless language. I was curious to know what people at my school thought, so I conducted a survey. The results surprised me. While all the young people I spoke to responded positively about Bad Bunny, what really caught me off guard was the reaction of the adults. Many of them are fans, or at least enjoy his music. One teacher—Ms. Arguello—is such a huge fan that she attends his concerts and listens to his music daily; yet, she actually corroborated my theory, telling me that his music serves no purpose other than for dancing. Another teacher—Mr. Lopez, who is actually a musician and a rocker—spoke favorably about Bad Bunny; he explained that while he doesn't listen to him personally, whenever his music comes on at a party, everyone has a great time. (Of course—it’s the kind of music that helps you stop thinking about anything at all.) But the person who surprised me most—the one whose reaction left a hollow ache in my chest, like a knife plunged into my veins—was Ms. Valdes. I was astonished that someone so profound—someone so attuned to the nuances of human emotion—could actually like that kind of music. She enjoys his music because he has the audacity to do exactly what he wants, and because he represents his people, his culture, and his language. In conclusion: Although I now align slightly more with Ms. Valdes’s perspective, I still hold the same opinion regarding Bad Bunny. Mind you, I have nothing against Bad Bunny as a person—he seems like a perfectly nice guy—it’s just his music that I dislike. The day I hear a romantic song from him—that is the day my perspective on his music will finally change.

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I remember when I was a kid, I liked soccer a lot even if I didn't know soccer was futbol in other countries. Since I moved from my home (Venezuela) I saw there's a big difference between Miami and Latin American. Soccer is the biggest sport in Latin America, I played it a lot in my country with my friends.

In other hand, Miami are progressing making soccer more seen. NOT more popular, but at least more seen on schools or teams since Latinos started immigrate on USA, but still soccer isn't popular. How do I know? Well, Curious won, and i start asking people what is they favorite sport and most of them (Latinos) choose soccer.

Most of the people that choose soccer are Cubans or Venezuelans, Soccer is more common or popular in both countries than others. But now on this days Miami progress a lot with soccer, building a whole field for soccers teams, so they can played for the World Cup, people are crazy for that World Cup even though, Latinos love soccer.

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I'm counting down the days until the World Cup. It's something I've been waiting for for almost four years, and if I'm not mistaken, there are 63 days left until it starts. It makes me very happy because this will be the fourth World Cup I've watched. Of the ones I've seen, the best was 2014, but I would have loved to have seen 2010. (They say it was the best.) But I'm happy and excited because the World Cup is almost here again. This one will be in Canada, Mexico, and the United States. I'll have the opportunity to see some matches... God willing. The only bad thing is that Venezuela, my country, didn't qualify, so I decided to support Italy, but they were eliminated in the playoffs. So I decided to support Spain, but I think Portugal will win the cup.

I was curious to know what others thought, so I decided to ask some teachers, maintenance staff, and students at my school. Two of them said Argentina first, but I told them to choose between Portugal and Spain, and they all said Spain. I think Portugal will win. What do you think? Write it in the comments!

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Ever since I was a kid, I have loved the beach. Growing up I really liked the beach in Venezuela. I also liked the beaches I visited in the Dominican Republic and Colombia. Lucky for me, when I moved to Miami, I was still surrounded by beautiful beaches. As a beach lover, I was curious to see what other Florida beaches people love, so I conducted a survey at my school with students and staff. Among the students, about half said their favorite beach is South Beach. Among the adults, I got a lot of different answers. Mr. Martinez, the history teacher, said Panama City is his favorite because it's simply beautiful. Ms. Arguello, the ESE teacher, said Hobie Beach is her favorite because the water is crystal clear, the parking is close, and there are lots of activities. Ms. Romero, the art teacher, said Bill Baggs is her favorite because it's beautiful, it's calm, and it has a LIGHTHOUSE! Now I want to visit all of these. If someone asked me what beach to visit when traveling to Florida, I would say: It doesn't matter where you go, you're gonna find a great spot with beautiful views!

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Otra realidad, donde nadie quiere escapar, solo saltar y bailar, sobre todo soñar, en nubes blancas, estrellas hermosas, la luna radiante, viendo ovejas saltando la cerca, una por una.

Pero porque me siento cansado soñando agotado contando y contando repetidamente, varias veces ovejas saltando una cerca, una tras otras y otra y otra, sin parar, sin saber de donde saldran, porque las sueños?

Nunca hubo una respuesta que me gustara escuchar, simplemente deje de preguntar, no queria saber, me deje de dar mala vida por ello, prefiero seguir con mis sueños. Sueños que siento que no estan siendo apoyados, esfuerzo que siento que es en vano, una pelea que siento que voy perdiendo hasta en mis propios sueños.

bozteso porque ya estoy cansado, tengo sueño de tanta lucha, hasta en mis sueños lucho la misma lucha, quiero saber como sera soñar sin sentir que tengas que luchar por un sueño.

sueños que solo seran sueños.

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"Que frio" me dije yo, un frio que llego de la nada de la noche hasta el dia. Que ni el dia podra hacer calor, o que el abrigo logre ocultar.

Cortes de lagrimas envolviendome, congelandome, mientras que sube el clima, volviendose mas frio, pero porque no hay nieve? no veo la nieve en ningun lado, pero si cantidades de hielo.

el frio anda llorando cada vez mas fuerte, y el frio volviendose mas eterno, congelandome hasta romper, cuando habra calor otra vez?

El frio dice que no es su culpa llorar tanto, sentir tanto, no es su culpa por ser tan frio y tan fragil como el hielo. El calor solo vendra, cuando dejes de llorar, el calor no aparecera magicamente, solo vendra cuando te libres de todo ese frio al parar de llorar solamente frio.

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Im writing a review about a book I finished recently, "Picking Daises On Sunday" Its a rom com book. I really liked it. They start of as bestfriends. Slowly bonding and falling in love together. One day at prom they both had different dates. They never admitted to loving eachother. That night at prom the main character confesses her love for her bestfriend. Later we find out that he thought she was saying she was in love with her prom date not HIM. OMG this made a big problem. The main character was sad and stopped being friends out of embarrasment. One day they find eachother randomly. They talk as if they never stopped being friends. The Ex of the guy the main character was in love with showed up. She still likes her ex. Then the guy says that he is dating the main character... um? She was confused, she went along though. The guy explained that he needed her to pretend so the ex's mom (His boss) would take him seriously. They PRETEND they are dating for soooo long. The feelings are growing stronger. Towards the end we find out that the guy was in love with her THE WHOLE TIME. Before prom.. he thought she was confessing her love for her prom date... this broke his heart. He wrote a whole book about her in french. Then they both talked about it and got together FOR REAL this time. Overall, I would rate this book a 7.5 or 8. If you like rom-coms recomend. IF NOT then i do not reccomend.

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Helter Skelter is an incredibly captivating movie about the dangers of the societal expectations put on women to keep up their appearance.

The movie follows a model who went through various procedures to look conventionally beautiful. Since she went through so many surgeries to achieve her appearance, she has to continue to maintain it frequently through more procedures and many pills. The pressure from societies ever growing hunger for something younger and beautiful eventually gets to her head leading her to insanity.

The movie presents a vicious cycle that can apply to the very real unrealistic beauty standards placed on women to this day that no matter how beautiful you are, someone younger and better will always replace you. I think that people can watch this movie and learn from it and hopefully make a change.

overall, the movie was very visually appealing, and the costume design is absolutely one of my favs. The storyline can be heavy and somewhat confusing at times however, it is a really good movie, and I definitely recommend it to any horror fans of all sorts :D

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Helter Skelter (2012) directed by Mika Ninagawa

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Pablo A.C. - 2/6/2026

Los Angeles, the worst city in the United States.

Los Angeles is a very diverse city and very prominent tourist attraction in the western world. LA is one of America's largest cities. And for good reason. LA was originally Mexican. After the Mexican American war around one third of Mexico's land area would be given to the United States.

Los Angeles is a very divided city despite its rapid diversity. To best describe it you would have to divide it into multiple regions. Dependent on what class dominates that area. Mainly be divided up into three different regions. Lower, Middle, and Higher Los Angeles.

The vast majority of LA residents are from Middle LA. Those traffic jam, people living minimum wage, not owning their homes, and overall, the side of LA really only mentioned in political discourse. The vast majority of LA citizens live here.

I had stayed with my family at LA, and my family is on the lower to middle class of the city. It was very tragic seeing their condition. They lived in what could be best described as two small shoe boxes. LA was very very tragic. As despite Middle LA being the majority, the second largest chunk is what I like to call Lower LA. Under every big bridge lies 50 to 70 homeless people. Every street has at least one homeless beggar who is hungry and without work. They crowd the city. Always 12 new homeless people you'll see in your trip every day. It is, unfortunately, the nature of this kind of this city. This is the part of the city no one talks about. But it is, probably, the most important side of it.

And the finally, Higher LA, what you think of when you of think of LA. Fancy cars, the beautiful view, expensive malls, top of the line luxury. It is a lie to say this is what most of LA is, but it definitely is true for the top 10% of residents. You will never be in those top 10%. I can promise you that. It is a lie to sell to tourist pretty much. And that is the best way to describe LA. No other city has the same number of problems as LA does. It is one of Americas most expensive cities with a horrifyingly large homeless population. It is, after all... disgusting. As someone who has been to LA, if it is not for family, go somewhere else. Miami, New York, Pheonix, Las Vegas. They are all so much better than here.

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A musical with 47 amazing song. This musical was made by Lin Manuel Maranda. In my opinion one of the best musicals to exist, that's full of catchy songs and rapping. Everyone there in my opinion have amazing voices, very heart touching. My personal favorite songs are, Dear Theodosia, and That Would Be Enough. Boths songs give me chills every time I listen to them. I can never get enough of this musical and 10/10 recommend it to everyone. If you are a Hamilton fan or just like one of the songs from the musical write it down below in the comments,

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Siento tu mirada, escucho tu aliento de desesperacion, siento tu enojo al leer tus lecturas mas largas, tus pesos en las palabras.

Acaso eres el autor de tu propio libro? El propio narrador del cuento? Narrando una historia mal contada, una version que solamente te pertenece?

Nunca te pertenecio ningun cuento o narrativo, ninguna coma o punto, ni el protagonismo o el nombre te puedan pertenecer.

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Today I want to talk about a universal man, a man who has transcended time, whose ideas remain relevant and more alive than ever. A man who preferred honor to living without it. A man as sublime as he was modest. An unparalleled thinker, a master of thought. José Martí wasn't born the Cuban apostle; he was born into a modest family, but from a young age he knew what he would become, and the world, or perhaps destiny, knew why José Martí had come into the world. Martí taught us that the dignity of man is incorruptible; he taught us that HOMELAND IS HUMANITY. Like no other man, he took up a revolver and went to die fighting, standing tall and defending his homeland. I could speak countless times about Martí, but if any of you are even slightly interested, investigate his life. Martí's story is not simply what the Castro dictatorship taught us. The story of José Martí is far more sublime. When Martí died, the New York newspaper said of him: "There are not many heroes like him in the world." >>DE TALES HEROES NO HAY MUCHOS EN EL MUNDO>>

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Ms. Gonzalez, I've wanted to write you a little tribute for some time now because of how kind and attentive you've been to me during my time in your class. You are a wonderful person and a great teacher, and a great role model. I am very grateful because you have always helped me unconditionally and have always been there when I needed you.

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“LA RADIO”

Lucía, una niña muy sanjuanera, tenía 19 años cuando conoció la tristeza. Siempre llevaba el celular pegado a la mano.

Su galería rebosaba de fotos como río desbordado: cafés con espuma perfecta, selfies con filtros, frases motivadoras copiadas de internet.

Vivía con su abuela Josefa, una mujer de voz dulce, cabello gris recogido en un moño, y manos suaves que olían a hierbabuena y a rubor de caracolas.

Cada tarde, Josefa esperaba a su nieta en la mecedora del patio, junto a una vieja radio que aún respiraba como un corazón de cobre olvidado.

Ponía discos de NINO BRAVO, MERCEDES SOSA o MARCO ANTONIO SOLÍS y, mientras el patio se llenaba de melodías antiguas, ella trataba de conversar con su pequeña hormiguita de tierra viva.

—Ven, Lucía… siéntate a mi lado, escuchemos juntos “Te quiero, te quiero.” —decía con los ojos brillantes.

Pero Lucía apenas la miraba, apenas cernía una seña de esas que se hacen cuando algo nos parece “aburrido”

—Ahora no, abuela. Estoy ocupada.

Y seguía retocando fotos, eligiendo filtros, revisando si alguien le había dado “me gusta”.

—Ay, mi niña. El tiempo no se detiene para nadie, aunque creamos que es infinito. —susurró la anciana.

Una tarde en que la luna pareció conversar con el sol, Lucía volvió de la calle y encontró el sillón vacío, la taza de café intacta y la radio apagada.

El aire olía a flores secas y a despedida, y en ese olor sintió cómo algo se rompía por dentro, como si el mundo hubiera cerrado una puerta sin hacer ruido.

La casa, que siempre respiraba, ahora era un animal muerto. Una luna rota, un río estancado, un vientre seco.

Ni un suspiro, ni un eco, ni un latido: solo el hueco feroz de un ausencia que parecía un cuchillo negro clavado en el pecho.

Lucía se sentó, temblorosa, mirando la radio que ahora solo devolvía un murmullo lejano de una bella melodía que buscaba un escape.

Con manos temblorosas abrió la galería de su celular: decenas de fotos de sí misma, paisajes lejanos, frases en inglés que ni entendía del todo. Pero ni una sola foto con su abuela. Ningún vídeo de sus risas, ni del suave canto de Josefa cuando tarareaba “COMO UNA OLA” o aquella otra canción que le gustaba: "IDILIO" Y menos, uno de su abuela cuando le preparaban el flan de calabaza que tanto le gustaba.

El eco de la memoria invadió la habitación, llenándola de ausencias, de momentos que ya no volverán, de cosas que le hubiese encantado preguntarle a su abuela, ¿cómo conoció a mi abuelo? ¿Cómo aprendió a bordar? —pensó mientras una lágrima corría por su mejilla.

Cuando encendió la radio, escuchó la última canción que su abuela había dejado: “UN BESO Y UNA FLOR”. Las palabras de Nino Bravo la hicieron llorar aún más:

—“Dejaré mi tierra por ti, dejaré mis campos y me iré…”

El patio se llenó de recuerdos. El viento sopló fuerte en las ventanas, y Lucía sintió que la pantalla del celular no podía devolverle nada de eso.

Con el corazón encogido, acaricié la radio, casi como si pudiera acariciar la memoria de mi abuela. Como si abrazara su recuerdo vagando en esta

El amor no se publica: se vive.

Los momentos verdaderos no necesitan filtros, ni historias temporales que desaparecen.

“A veces, por querer mostrarle al mundo lo que vivimos, olvidamos vivirlo de verdad.

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Today I'm going to write about Mr. Martinez, a great teacher and a great person who, over the past few months, has helped me a lot with my classes and given me excellent advice. Thanks to him, I've improved a lot in my studies. I'm very grateful to him and I have a lot of respect for him.

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1. Crawling - Linkin Park

this song is #1 on my list because it gives me the feeling of euphoria and also talks about the struggles of addiction, mental health and personal struggle.

2. In the End - Linkin Park

this song is great because the lyrics reflect a sense of frustration and emptiness, i like to listen to this when i need encouragement because it gives me the feeling of confidence when i listen to it.

3. King For a Day - Pierce the Veil

this is about exploring feelings of rebelling and the yearning for liberation. The main reason I listen to this song is because my mother introduced it to me when I was young and i've listened to it since then.

4. Hell Above - Pierce the Veil

this song explores the complexities of love, i placed this song #4 because i only listen to it when im upset or angry because of the lyrics and how it speaks about being trapped in a relationship.

5. Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day

this one was also introduced to me by my mom. she told me this song is all about loneliness and she uses it as a way to express herself when shes in a down mood.

I love listening to PTV and Linkin Park

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If you know about R6 Siege you'd know that this game is all about strategic thinking and coordinating attacks or having defensive strategies to defend against the attacks.

Unfortunately due to the player base of this game it has turned more and more into Call of Duty rather than the Strategy FPS this game is meant to be.

I am writing this to talk about how the game has gone downhill since the release of the game 10 years ago. First problem I want to bring up is how they "reworked" the shield operators. For example Blackbeard used to have a shield on his weapon that was used to deflect headshots, and almost nobody played this operator. But since the Siege X update they completely changed his ability to have a shield that covers his torso and also be able to carry an automatic rifle behind it. You can probably start to see the problems with this because most shield operators in this game only carry a pistol behind the shield. Making this change has caused Blackbeard to become one of the most overpowered operators in this game right now. Another rework that they did with shields was that now when u get smacked with a shield you no longer take damage, but instead you get knocked to the floor. This change was actually a decent change because before this change, shield players would walk up to your face and then smack you and cause you to die.

Another problem I want to discuss is the TDM meta (team deathmatch meta), instead of playing the game strategically and using operators to clear out utility and play the game properly. People now choose operators that have their favorite gun for example R4C on Ash and Ram. Players will choose these operators and almost never use the abilities to help their team clear utility and will always go for every kill. Also players would only choose low recoil guns with ACOG and would always train mechanics instead of game sense. This is a problem because players would run into the building 15 seconds into the round without droning and die from a roamer, or if there is no roamer then they would run into site and kill everyone and then be toxic in game chat.

I want to discuss the cheater problem this game has.. Ubisoft have claimed to update their anti-cheat but this has been proven to be useless... Almost 3 hours after the anti-cheat update, cheaters got back on the game and started rage hacking in games. This is obviously ruining the game experience for legit players. Another cheating method is players Dossing ranked servers to essentially kick all the enemy players off the team and instantly win the game.

Overall this game has gone insanely downhill since the release in 2015 due to the factors stated above. Unfortunately these are not the only factors that have caused this game to go downhill. But I am not gonna sit here and explain every one to you. You are a new player and want to get into Siege? Quit now. If you are a returning player and want to get back into Siege? Quit now.

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1. When Roberto Baggio was little, he saw his father crying because Italy had lost the World Cup final against Brazil. Little Roberto Baggio promised his father that he would win a World Cup for him, and years later he faced Brazil in another World Cup final. The match ended in a draw, so they went to penalties, and Baggio had to take the last one. He sent the ball high into the stands, and Italy lost that final. He was left with a sad look on his face, staring down. That's why he's known as the man who died on his feet.

2. Zidane in the 2006 World Cup faced Italy and Zidane was unstoppable, being the best player of the match, and the game was tied. Materazzi was provoking him by messing with his sister, and Zidane headbutted him in the chest and was sent off.

3. Andrés Escobar was a footballer from the 1990s who was killed for scoring an own goal in a World Cup because some Colombian drug traffickers had bet on the Colombian national team, and they were eliminated by the United States in the group stage of that World Cup because of Andrés Escobar's own goal.

4. In 2012, Messi scored 91 goals in a single season while overweight and drinking Coca-Cola. That year he won his third consecutive Ballon d'Or.

5. Marco van Basten is a Dutch footballer who is said to have retired for the good of football. He won 3 Ballon d'Or awards, several Champions League titles and 1 European Championship with the Netherlands. He was nicknamed "The Swan."

6. The Hand of God: This is how Maradona scored the Hand of God goal against England in the World Cup in Mexico

7. Riquelme, the idol of many, they used to call him "invent, Roman, invent" because he was a genius with the ball at his feet.

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1-Role model (J Cole)

This song teaches you lots about how people think, and observe the world, and it also goes deep in feelings, overall a song that stands out.

2-Melvins room...(Drake)

Late night drives with this on makes you think about your deepest thoughts, this song is just good to set that thoughtful vibe.

3-Sum 2 prove...(Lil Baby)

A song that really hypes me up, bossy vibe it just rocks overall.

4-Skrilla...(Kodak Black)

Skrilla is top 4 just because is a song you cant play everywhere, but is a top 3 song for turning up parties, and overall hyping up.

5-Chicago freestyle...(Drake)

This song is also good for late night drives, is about reflecting, and talking deep about certain topics.

6-Untouchable...(NBA Youngboy)

Really good song that has that came from the bottom story line, and staying true with your real ones.

7-Back in blood...(Lil Durk)

This song is really good overall, this is one that i play once in a while just cause is a little old.

8-Freestyle...(Lil Baby)

This one is just pure vibes, the way he flows and is a freestyle too.

9-Cavalier...(Juice Wrld)

This song is a little different but, the flow and the bars go crazy, he went off in this song.

10-Wish...(Kodak Black)

Last song but, one that is also good it makes you think and see people for what they really are.

That concludes my ranking some people may have different opinions based on perspective but, based on my perspective these songs make a pretty good ranking.

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cuando voy pa maracaibo (gaita)

caracas en los 2000's ( reggeton antiguo)

veneka ( reggeton moderno)

faltan 5 pa las 12 (ballenato)

tambor venezolano

gaitas zulianas

ballenatos maracaiberos

gaitas navidenas

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Hi everyone, here's a top 10 list of my favorite songs. I'm a romantic when it comes to classical music. What kind of music do you listen to? Let me know in the comments. 

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1. "Déjala correr" – Rocío Jurado (It's about letting go of a love if you don't want it.)

2. "La vida es un carnaval" – Celia Cruz (It says you have to move on and enjoy life despite everything.)

3. "Procuro olvidarte" – Hernando Zúñiga (It tries to forget a love that still hurts at all costs.)

4. "No ha sido fácil" – Pablo Milanés (Loving is sometimes hard, but it's worth it.)

5. "Ay amor" – Ana Gabriel (An intense love that hurts and is passionate.)

6. "Marinero de Luces" – Isabel Pantoja (Nostalgia for a loved one who has passed away.)

7. "Lo quiero a morir" – Ángela Carrasco (A love so strong that you would give everything for that person.)

8. "Quieres ser mi amante" – Camilo Sesto (It's about a secret and hidden love.)

9. "I Want to Know What Love Is" – Foreigner (It wants to know what love is and asks to be told.) teach)

10. "El Triste" – José José (pain from missing someone and not having them by your side)

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The Seven Modes of the Major Scale. From Light to Darkness.

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The Seven Modes of the Major Scale. From Light to Darkness.

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Everyone knows the typical C Major Scale. C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C! In the C Major scale, C leads everything, its where we begin and where we end. Its "Tonic" Note. But did you know all of these notes aren't spaced out equally? There are notes between C and D, D and E, F and G, G and A, and A and B. Better known as your sharps and flats. So... what would happen if we used a different note as that "Tonic" - where we begin and end? Well... we get the Seven Modes of the Major Scale. Here I will present a list of these Seven modes. From the "brightest" to "darkest"

LYDIAN

If we start on F we get F Lydian. And how we reach those same intervals with C Major, is by "sharpening" (making one note higher) a note. C Lydian is... C, D, E, F#, G, A, B, C. That fourth note, the F#, is a tritone, an unstable interval. It clashes with the Tonic. It makes the music sound dreamy and bright. Almost too bright, it has a fakish quality to it from time. Like it's too perfect in a way. That's why Lydian is not used much in normal music, its instability and its inhumanity... But it sure is used a lot in orchestral music! That extra bright, magical sound is amazing for music, the best example being "Yoda's Theme" from Star Wars.

IONIAN

The same as your normal Major scale, actually, We start on C! One thing you'll realize is that as we go on, we're making one note "Flatter" (making one note lower) to get a darker sound, and vice versa for Lydian. We Flatten the fourth to get here, so the F# goes back down to a regular F. This mode is super happy. Its the most popular mode in pop music by well... Its just so happy! So lovely and pure, its great for a nice walk at the beach. The best case of this Mode is "Save your Tears" by the Weeknd.

MIXOLYDIAN

Starting on G, I personally prefer to call this mode Messanian rather than Mixolydian for my own reasons, but most professionals will call it Mixolydian. Mixolydian is just the Major scale with a flattened 7th. C Mixolydian is... C, D, E, F, G, A, Bb, C. That lowered B to a Bb makes the music less directional. As the B in Ionian really wants to resolve to the C, but the Bb is just fine staying there, it also adds just a hint of darkness, making the music still cheery and happy but more edgy. A popular example of this mode is "Norwegian Wood" by the Bettle.

DORIAN

We reach the crossroads here, starting on D, Dorian is right in between the Major and Minor Scales, its something else... It sounds dark with a hint of light, or maybe its bright with a flicker of shadow? Who knows! We reach it by flattening the third this time. C, D, Eb, F, G, A, Bb, C. It's magical in feeling, and wonderous in texture. Often shifting between these two feelings. "“Scarborough Fair” by Simon & Garfunkel" is a good example of Dorian.

AEOLIAN

I'm all sad now... your typical natural minor scale, starting on A. We flatten the 6th degree now. C, D, Eb, F, G, Ab, Bb, C. Aeolian is a very sad scale. Its melancholic with some hints of lighting shining through. oscil – “Endless Falls” is a good example of this mode, its depressing yet slightly bright mood prevails. This mode is best described as "sad piano music". Its something you can listen to it in the middle of the storm, contemplating your life choices.

PHRYGIAN

Fear is what describes this monstrosity the most. Starting on E, flattening the second degree now, C, Db, Eb, F, G, Ab, Bb, C. The Phrygian Scale is exotic, dark, and almost scary in a way. Its strained, menacing, and bucket of fear is scattered all through out, any sense of light is gone now, sucked away. A good song to describe the absolute horror of this mode is "Wherever I may roam" by Metalica. Its opening riff really showcase this, middle eastern and dark sounding scale.

LOCRIAN

Starting on B, Locrian is often considered the "unusable Scale" due to its dissonant nature. Its darker than dark, and you get it by lowering the 5th degree. C, Db, Eb, F, Gb, Ab, Bb, C. Its so dark, so ominous, its completely broken. Barely any music is used with this scale. The only real example of this song is the folk song "Dust to Dust". A song literally about digging graves.

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1. Rebirthing - Skillet: A song with a heavy theme on love and as the name implies "rebirthing", it comes from an album called 'Comatose' which is no doubt one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard, I heavily recommend it.

2. Comatose - Skillet: Coming from the same album as the last one, it has a similar focus; Love, and being comforting for the listener, just as beautiful as the last one.

3. Damsel In Distress - Juno! therealsc3nt, chozen: This one's more on the dark side of stuff, what I love about it is the sheer amount of emotions it transmits while being almost entirely a metal instrumental song, and the little vocal performance it has is top notch.

4. Endless Possibilities - SEGA SOUND TEAM: This one comes from 'Sonic Unleashed' it's a song meant to transmit hope even through dire situations, a great song to listen to when you need encouragement

5. Undefeatable - Tomoya Ohtani, Ft. Kellin Quinn: Following the trend of Sonic games this one comes from 'Sonic Frontiers' and is entirely meant to empower the listener, I adore this one and Kellin's performance is inmaculate.

6. Hero - Skillet: This song is a homage to Police officers, Doctors, and other jobs that imply saving lives, and it also has a pretty deep message about war.

7. Monster - Skillet: This one's purposefully edgy, frankly I only put it here because I used to listen to it a lot when I was a kid, it brings me a lot of nostalgia.

8. Whispers In the Dark - Skillet: The last one from Skillet in this list, it's centered around companionship, basically the singer telling you "You'll never be alone", another heartwarming piece from this band.

9. Day Of Fate - DBZ: Comes from the father of shonen itself, Dragon Ball Z, I don't got much to say about this one other than it's a beautiful classic.

10. Holding Out For a Hero - Bonnie Tyler: A classic, it's been in many shows and movies such as Regular Show and Shrek. It's the only song in this list that isn't hard rock or heavy metal along with Day Of Fate.

yes skillet is my favorite band

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So I'm finally back ladies and gentlemen after being gone a few weeks, but now I'm finally back, and I'm back with a new fire piece of writing for you guys. Today I'm going to be writing a fire list of ten games that I really like.

1. NBA2k: this is always such a fire game, and it's been fire for years and it's always one of the best games ever. Always has awesome graphics, a great game soundtrack and it's always fun, cool and entertaining!

2. Call of Duty: such a fire shooter game and never fails to impress. the game has fire characters that you can play with, tons of cool weapons that you can get and many awesome game modes to play!

3. GTA: one of the best and funnest games to play ever! it's such an incredible game with many game modes as well, and it's especially fun to those who love to just cause some mayhem lol.

4. Madden: always such an incredible game to play and one of the best games ever! always has awesome graphics, awesome game modes, and it's just always so awesome, especially playing with friends!

5. FIFA: such an incredible game every year, with such awesome game modes it's always fun to play with others. this is one of the best games ever for sure.

6. Forza: this car game is so awesome and cool every time I play it, and I've been playing it for years now! from the cars to the game modes to just the game itself, everything is always just so fire.

7. Clash Royale: I've played this game for years and man let me tell something, it just doesn't get old. this game is always fun every time I play it, and whether I play with others or I play by myself, this game never disappoints.

8. Fortnite: this game right here might be my favorite game to be honest. it might've been the greatest the ever back then, but in my opinion, it's still fire today. every single new season that comes out never disappoints, weapons and items are always so cool, and the game modes are always so cool. everything about this is just fire!

9. Brawl Stars: this game is just heat, never disappoints. the events and game modes, awesome, playing with friends or even by yourself, so much fun, and the characters, so cool!

10. Roblox: such an incredible game to play and one of the best games for sure. the different kinds of games you can are awesome, playing by yourself is kinda fun, but playing with your friends, it's just so much fun. and you can literally customize your own character as well! such an awesome game overall.

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1. 10 things i hate about you: A love hate story where this guy liked a girl he even learned french for her but he couldnt get with her unless her sister had a bf but her sister didnt date so the guy and his friend tricked another guy who wanted to get with the girl as well (not in a good way) to pay a guy to go out with the sister that didnt date so he can get with the sister he wanted and as the story went on the guy was willing to take the girl out for money but she didnt wanna get with him at the start... as time went on they both stated catching feelings for each other until... on prom the guy who was paying the guy to go out with the sister exposed him because he didnt get with the girl he wanted and then she ended up hatting him... or so it seemed in class she read a poem she made about him being 10 things she hates about him but the thing was that she didnt hate him at all she just wished she did he ends up getting her love back and bought her a guitar and they lived happily ever after... and the boy who learned french for her sister ended up getting with her

2. The notebook: A old man reads a story to an old lady with dimentia it was a summer love story about a guy and a girl the parents didnt like the guy cause he was of lower class and she was high class. once the summer ended she had to go away and for 365 days he wrote her but... the mother would take the letters and put them somewhere else. the girl later found a new guy and soon married him but the couldnt get over her so he built her dream house. later on the girl saw on the paper that the house was for sell and she went and visited... they still loved each other and she was mad that he never wrote her but he did and he explained that he wrote to her for 365 days in a row and she was shocked they end up getting together for the night but she still had a husband she had to end up choosing and all though it was hard she chose the guy she fell in love with fr the summer.. but the love story was about the old couple he would read it to her over and over again trying to make her remember and one night the end up dying together cuddled up...

3. my girl: a boy and girl are best friends and the boy had a little crush on the girl and she dropped something in the forest so later he goes back to get it but but gets stung by many bees and is deadly allergic to bees so he dies and she was so heart broken

4. twilight: a girl falls in love with a wolf and vampire and has to chose one ends up falling in love with the vampire and so much more happens...

5. prison break: micheal (the main character) went to prison on purpose to break his brother out because he was staged in a killing that he didnt do and was sentenced to death penalty.

6. how to lose a guy in 10 days: a writer had a prompt how to lose a guy and 10 gays and a guy had a thing about to to make a girl fall in love with you in 10 days they end up together and shes trying to make him hate her while hes trying to make her fall for him and as time passes they fall for each other but both got exposed on the same night and were so mad she ends up wring her story but in a different was the guy back together and fall in love

7. orange is the new black: a show about women in prison and the stuff they do in there. there is love,killing,drama,drugs,etc

8. repunzel: a story about a princess who was kidnapped and trapped in a tower for her magical hair and she never knew until she was 18... she had always wanted to go out and see the lanterns but her "mother" didnt let her and would scare her saying the outside is bad but then... a flyn whos running from the cops ended up finding her tower and goes in but then she knocks him out and his the crown that he stole from the castle when he wakes up she said she will give it back when he takes her to see the lanterns so he agrees and then they go to see them but as the time passes by the went through a lot and also ended up falling in love. they end up watching the lanterns and she gives him his crown as promised hoping he doesnt leave like her mother said he would then he ends up getting knocked out and sent to the castle she thought he left up but he didnt the moms takes her back in and she realizes that she is the lost princess and her moms the one who had her trapped for her magical hair flyn breaks out of the prison to save her and then ends up cutting her hair to save her the mother dies and she gets reunited with her real parents and they live happily ever after

9. dexter: A guy names dexter is a killer and a blood spatter but he kills bad people only

10. hamilton: alexander hamiltons lifei n a musical

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1. Law and Order: I remember my mom would put Law and Order on all the time when i was younger. I love the main character. This show is great because it talks about solving crimes and in justices. This is show is one of the reasons i wanted to be a lawyer when i was younger.

2. Liv and Maddie: I love this show because it brings back some great memories. Me and my sister related to the main characters because we are twins too and relate to the things we saw in the show. Our favorite quote from the show "Sisters by chance, friends by choice".

3. My Little pony: This colorful cartoon was always on when i was little. It was so cute to me. My mom decorated our bathroom with My little pony EVERYWHERE! It was a nice memory.

4. Bestfriends Whenever: I dont think this show got as much regontiton as it deserved. It was a good show about bestfriends.

5. Kc Undercover: This show was about a spy family. I loved watching it

6. Victorious: I watched this show so much because i was really interested in music and arts.

7. Zoey 101: I love the vibes of this show. It was older and i liked how the school looked,

8. How I met your Mother: This show is very comforting for me. I wanted the main character to end up with his crush but i didn't happen unfortunately. I guess that makes it more realistic.

9. Orange is the New Black: This show has some really weird stuff but its entertaining for sure. I haven't finished it yet.

10. The 70's Show: I love this show. My favorite character was Donna. She is now also a character in Orange is the New Black. I love her acting skils,

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I would like to briefly comment on Guillermo del Toro new film: Frankenstein. I'm not going to analyze it because I'd like you to see it for yourselves. It has a very good message and a magnificent plot.

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I’m going to tell you a story about what my grandfather used to do to fight off a cold. You see, before pills, syrups, and all this new technology we have today, the old folks like our grandparents preferred to prepare natural remedies based on their own beliefs, and they almost always worked.

When I had a cold, my grandfather would take a cup of coffee and put two sage leaves in it. He would stir them until it turned into a green liquid. Then he’d give it to me to drink, and, incredibly, within a few hours, I already felt much better.

What it actually did, I don’t know. What kind of powers it had, I don’t know either. But I do know it was very effective.

To those of you reading this, ask your grandparents what remedies they used to make and write them here in the comments.

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To be honest, I don't know where to begin. The Squid Game is a Netflix series that tells the story of several people who have debts with the bank and dangerous people. Desperate, a man arrives and offers them a friendly game where if they win he will give them money and if they lose he slaps them. At the end of the game he gives them a card with 3 symbols and a phone number on the back and tells them that if they call they can get a lot of money.

After continuing to worry about their debts, they decide to call the number on the card, and they are taken to an island where they are told they will play several games.

The first game was called "Red Light Green Light," which involved advancing while the doll sang. During the game, several people died, and the survivors decided to leave after a vote. However, when they returned to their current lives, they didn't like it much. Most decided to return, and they continued playing and dying until the end. Only two participants remained, and the protagonist won. But he hardly spent any of the money he won. When he returned to the city, before leaving the country, he saw someone else doing the same thing, took the card, called the phone number, and went back.

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¿Qué pasará conmigo?

¿Seré acaso un error en el diseño,

una nota que no encajó en la melodía,

una chispa que no quiso ser llama,

un alma que no cupo en solo poesía?

¿Qué pasará conmigo,

si no fui como esperaban,

si no brillé donde querían,

si mi voz no sonó como la suya?

¿Seré hecho de otra madera,

de la que no se encierra ni se talla,

de la que canta sola en primavera,

y muere cantando…

en una guitarra?

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Should Spain apologize for the conquest of America?

Over the years, a debate has arisen about whether Spain should apologize to Latin American countries for the conquest and colonization of the continent. However, many historians, thinkers, and citizens argue that Spain should not apologize to anyone, and below I will present my main arguments supporting this position.

First, past events cannot be judged by present-day values. In the 15th and 16th centuries, conquest and territorial expansion were common practices among the great powers of the time. While Spain was the world's leading power, it also competed with countries like Portugal, England, and France. Spain acted within a historical context where exploration, evangelization, and expansion were seen as symbols of power and progress. Analyzing these events with a modern mindset would be a flawed perspective.

Furthermore, during the more than three centuries of Spanish presence in America, significant cultural, educational, and social advancements took place. Spain introduced its language, religion, laws, and architecture, which we see reflected today in countries like Mexico, Peru, Cuba, and others. Instead of conquering and leaving, Spain built universities, hospitals, and cities that still exist today. Although there were abuses and conflicts, there were also exchanges and brutal deaths. It was a society in which the rich were more important than the poor (something that hasn't changed today). There were also mixtures of Spaniards with Indigenous women and Indigenous women with Spaniards, which gave rise to a new mestizo identity, the foundation of the current Latin American nations.

On the other hand, one cannot speak of a planned genocide. While millions of Indigenous people died, a large part of those deaths were due to diseases unintentionally brought from Europe and to wars between different groups, some of which allied themselves with the Spaniards to fight against their own people. The main intention of the Spanish monarchy was to conquer, evangelize, and govern, not to exterminate.

It's also important to emphasize that current generations are not responsible for the actions of the past. Spaniards today didn't conquer America, just as Latin Americans today didn't live through colonial times. Bearing historical guilt doesn't help build a shared future based on respect and cooperation.

Finally, many argue that apologizing would mean denying an essential part of our shared history. From that mixing emerged a new culture, a wonderful language that boasts being the fourth most spoken language in the world and the second most spoken language globally by native speakers. They gave us an identity that unites millions of people on both sides of the Atlantic.

Tell me, you who are reading this… Do you think Spain should apologize for giving us its language, its culture, and our religion?

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Arquitectura española en América junto a la bandera de estos países 

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Please see Ms. Valdes with any questions!

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The Zip Ode, an original form invented by O, Miami and WLRN, is designed to transform your zip code into an occasion for place-based, lyrical celebration. You can submit a Zip Ode, year-round.

April 26, 2023 6 - 9 p.m.
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The Zip Ode, an original form invented by O, Miami and WLRN, is designed to transform your zip code into an occasion for place-based, lyrical celebration. You can submit a Zip Ode, year-round. April 26, 2023 6 - 9 p.m. Presented in partnership with WLRN and Vizcaya Museum & Gardens An evening to celebrate the return of in-person Zip Odes!

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What is the best Halloween song of all time? 

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Today I'm here to tell you about Halloween and everything related to this holiday. This celebration, also known as Halloween, is the result of the Christinization of some pagan festivals of Celtic origin, which celebrated the end of summer. Specifically, Halloween is the combination of the ancient pagan commemoration called Samhain and the Christian holiday of All Saints' Day. The latter holiday is celebrated on Novemeber 1st to honor the deceased and bring flowers to their graves. It is said that the term "Halloween" comes from the contraction "All Hallow's Eve"

What is Samhain?

This, as such, was a Celtic festival, which was an Indo-European people originally from Central Europe who settled in places like Gaul and British Isles. Samhain marked the end of the harvest season and the beginning of the new year. For the Celtic people, on the night of October 31st, the line between the world of the living and the dead blurred, allowing spirits to pass from one world to the other. Many believed they roamed the surrounding lands, and to avoid encounters with evil spirits, people drssed up in costumes, wondering what an evil spirit would look like and scaring them away. This is similar to what is done today.

Roman Influence

When the Romans conquered the Celts, many of their traditions merged. Although the Romans conquered the Celts, many of their traditions merged. Although the Romans already had festivals dedicated to the harvest and the dead, they adapted some Celtic customs to their celebrations. Over time, Christianity became the main religion of the Roman Empire. During this time, the cult of all saints and martyrs began, which later gave rise to All Saints' Day. It is known that in the city of Edessa, a festival was held in honor of the martyrs on May 13th. In the 7th, century, Pope Boniface IV moved the remains of many martyrs from the catacombs of Rome to the ancient Phantheon, which became the Church of St. Mary of the Martyrs, Later, in the 8th century, Pope Gregory III changed the date of the festival November 1st, likely to adapt it to adapt it to ancient Celtic pagan celebrations, as that day marked the beginning of the new for them. Finally, under Pope Gregory IV, the festival was definitively set on November 1st, the date on which All Saint's Day is celebrated today, directly related to the origin of Halloween.

How the tradition came to North America

It arrived in the 19th centurty, after being established by Irish immigrants. It said that they began carving faces on tubers and, later, on pumpkins. Today this form of decoration is known as a Jack-o'-Lantern, a friendly and terrifying pumpkin with a candle inside that, according to folklore, was used to scare away the devil. At the end of the 20th century, it began to spread to the rest of the world, partly thanks to film and television, which brought the celebration to the world. Soon, children began dressing up and going from house to house trick-or-treating. The tradition of trick-or-treating is said to have originated in the United States altough different forms already existed, with local variantions that could date back to the 15th century.

"Beyond the Myth"

Many people believed that Halloween originated in the United States, but it's actually quite different. All Hallows' Eve is a very old tradition celebrated in Europe, although it wasnt calles Halloween. Ultimately, Halloween is more than a holiday of Celtic origin with different adaptations over time; it's a holiday for everyone.

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You were the breeze no eye could see,

but felt in passing, soft and shy.

The shadow fading with the dawn,

the voice that never said goodbye.

I loved you like one loves the hush,

afraid to break it with a name.

And you, like echoes fleeing sound,

left without looking back again.

You left me verses without ink,

and promises I could not keep,

a handful of earth in one hand,

and in the other…

nothing deep.

Now I write what you never said,

what silence held as you walked by.

For love, at times, does not expire—

it simply learns

to wait and sigh.

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I can't say I hate you

nor can I say that I despise you.

Although every single time words flow out my mouth

this unsettling lingering smell of morning breath remains.

unwashed mouth,

unwashed conscious,

unwashed soul,

you always leave a hole..

A hole filled with regret

making me feel all upset.

Now my heart has turned all black

from every time you lack.

We never really spoke so my world became so cold

but it's okay i say "I'll just stay in my lane"

Even when there's this lingering pain

Even when my thoughts go unsaid

Even if they drive me insane

I stay in my lane.

As I stray away I no longer know your name

All that remains is the solid advice you gave.

Then I remembered it was you the one who told me

"Stay away from bad influences, and don't accept things from strangers"

But all along it was you.

Then was it that I realized, "maybe danger doesn't always come from strangers".

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Today I'm going to write about Ms. Valdes and Ms. Cape. They are two teachers at my school. They are very good people and very kind to everyone at the school.

Ms. Valdes is my writing club teacher. I want to write about her because she inspires me to write everything I write. Since I joined the club, I love her club. I always like to come and write. I feel like writing is good for me.

Ms. Cape is my English tutoring teacher. Thanks to her, I'm learning English, and I thank her for letting me be in her tutoring class. I feel like I've learned a lot, and I regret all the times I didn't go to tutoring, but I know it's important to me.

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And when i am six feet beneath the soft rot of the earth,

and the soil begins its slow communion with my flesh,

the worms will find you first.

They will crawl through the corners of my skull

where your name still echoes like an unfinished prayer.

They will taste the residue of you-

salted memories,

the sweetness of your voice curdled into silence.

They will breathe what remains of your scent, that faint trace of warmth

pressed into the folds of my dying thoughts.

And as they feed,

They will see what i saw

the curve of your face under a trembling moon,

the tremble in your voice when you said my name

like it was both a blessing and a curse.

They will inherit my devotion,

devour my grief,

and in that quiet feast,

they will become witnesses-

tiny prophets of what it means

to love so deeply

that even in decay,

your presence refuses to die.

And perhaps, in that sacred decomposition,

you will live again-

not as memory,

but as something eternal,

something holy,

woven into the very dirt

that once covered our bodies

and now keeps our names alive.

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Who are you

when the noise fades,

and you're left alone with the trembling echo

of your own name?

Who are you

when the weight of pretending slides off your

shoulders like wet clothes in the dark,

and you stand bare before your own silence?

Who are you

when your smile no longer fits your mouth,

and the truth- raw, unedited-bleeds through your teeth?

Who are you

When the world stops watching,

and there's no one left to applaud or forgive you?

Who are you

when the strength you borrowed from other's approval finally runs dry,

and the only thing left is the pulse beneath your ribs

ancient, honest, untamed?

Who are you

when your tears become prayers,

when your defiance feels like mercy,

when surrender feels like freedom?

Strip away the performance.

Unlace the armor.

Let your soul remember its original sound.

Because beneath all the faces you've worn

and the voices you've rehearsed,

there is still one truth,

breathing quietly,

waiting to be recognized-

the you

that never needed to be more

than real

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You say you lived with three women

as if we were storms that chose to strike.

but you forget you were thunder too,

crashing into walls you never built,

shouting peace while slamming doors.

you call it blame and love but brother,

love was what we gave you in plates of food left warm,

In silence when your words burned sharp.

you never saw the softness because you were too busy naming the fire.

You wanted harmony,

but never tuned in,

never learned the melody of apology.

you make it sound poetic,

but we lived the unedited version.

you call us fire,

but forget who struck the match.

You say we danced with egos

but we learned to waltz around your distance,

to patch the air after every sigh you left hanging.

you tried to fix what was broken? no,

you tried to fix us without listening, never realizing we were bleeding from the same wound.

When you left-

don't pretend it was a clean salvation.

We felt the echo of your shoes at the door,

and yes, the quiet came-

but it wasn't peace, it was emptiness.

Sometimes love does mean leaving, but sometimes, brother, it also means staying long enough

to understand the storm you helped create.

Instead, you packed your guilt in a suitcase

and called it healing.

and now you write poems about peace-

while we're still cleaning up

the echoes of your exit.

P.s- Don't ever forget that we love you

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J.R.R. Tolkien is one of those transcendental writers whose every work touches the very fibers of human feeling. A few days ago, someone asked me if I knew him, and I regretfully replied no. My colleagues were surprised, since it's hard not to believe I knew Tolkien. But when I got home, curiosity to meet him completely overcame me. Tolkien has many works, but the one that caught my attention the most was "The Lord of the Rings," a work that transcends all thought. It blends friendship, understanding, and inner struggle. It gives us the knowledge and understanding that everyone is corrupted by power, and that anyone who believes themselves invincible, anyone blinded by ambition and power, never meets a happy end. You who read my books, read Tolkien, watch his films on YouTube, "The Lord of the Rings" or "The Hobbit."

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"How the Black Legend was born"

The Black Legend arose because Spain, during the 16th and 17th centuries, was the most powerful country in the world. Its was empire stretched across America, Europe, and Asia. This aroused envy and fear in other European countries.

Furthermore, there was a great religious divide: Spain defended Catholicism, while countries like England, Holland, and parts of Germany had become Protestant. This led to conflicts between them and parts of Germany had become Protestant. This led to conflicts between them and caused many to begin to view Spain as their enemy. There were also political and economic reasons, because Spain controlled the trade routes and obtained wealth from the New World, something that other contries wanted to achieve.

"Enemy Between Spain and Other Countries"

The enmity began with wars and relgious and political rivalries.

Spain had conflicts with England when Queen Elizabeth I supported English pirates attacking Spanish ships and later defeated the Spanish Armada in 1588.

With the Netherlands conflicts arose because they wanted to become independent from the Spanish Empire and abandon Catholicism.

With France, there wars for control of Territories in Europe.

"Who Spread the Black Legend"

The main countries that spread the Black Legend were England, the Netherlands, and France. Among the most well-known people who helped spread it were:

Bartolome de la Casas, who wrote about the abuses committed in the Americas. Although his intentions were to defend the indigenous people, his writings were used by Spain's enemies to exaggerate the facts.

John Foxe and Richard Hakluyt in England published works portraying Spain as a cruel empire.

William of Orange, leader of the Netherlands, also wrote pamphlets accusing Philip second of being a tyrant.

The Role of Charles first and Philip second

The origin of the Black Legend is also closely linked to King Charles first and Philip second.

Charles first(also known as Charles fifth of the Holy Roman Empire) ruled one of the largest empires in history. His power generated fear in Europe because he controlled Spain, Italy, the Netherlands, Germany, and America. Many countries began to hate his rule.

His son, Philip second, was even more adamant in defending Catholicism. He fought against Protestans in Europe and was the main rival of Queen Elizabeth first of England. Under his rule, religious wars and the defeat of the Spanish Armada ocurred, which increased resentment and propaganda against Spain.

"Historians Views of the Black Legend"

Some Spanish authors, such as Julian Juderias, were the first to study the Black Legend and asserted that many of the criticisms of Spain made great contributions, such as the founding of cities and universities.

Other historians, such as Menendez Pelayo and Menendez Pidal, pointed out that Spain's history had been unfairly portrayed by foreigners and defended its cultural and religious contributions.

Even the British historian Henry Kamen acknowledge that the image of Spain was exaggeratedly negative, as all empires committed abuses, but only Spain was judged so harsly for its power and its Catolic faith.

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"What was the Iberian Peninsula like before Spain"

Before Spain was united under a single kingdom, the territory was divided into several separate kingdoms, such as Castile, Aragon,Navarre, and Granada. Everything changed when Isabella of Castile and Ferdinand of Aragon married in 1465. With their marriage, they managed to unite a large part of the peninsula and form the basis of the Kingdoms of Spain. They are known as the Catholic Monarchs. During their reign, the Reconquista was complete with the capture of Granada in 1492.

"The Voyage of Christopher Columbus"

In 1492, Christopher Columbus, a Genoese navigator, proposed reaching Asia by sailing west. The Catholic Monarchs, Isabelle of Castile and Ferdinand of Aragon, agrred to support him and gave him money, ships and crew. Columbus set sail with three ships: the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria, along with Spanish sailors in search of new routes and riches. After more than two months of sailing, they reached America on October 12, 1492, although Columbus believed he had reached the Indies.

"The Conquest of America"

After Christopher Columbus voyage, many Spaniards traveled to the Americas in search of riches, land, and power. Thus began the Conquest of America, a process in which the Spanish explored and dominated large indigenous empires.

Among the most important conquistadors were:

Hernan Cortes, who conquered the Aztec Empire in what is now Mexico. He did so by alling himself with some indigenous peoples who were enemies of the Aztecs. After several battles, he took the city of Tenochtitlan in 1521.

Francisco Pizarro, who conquered the Inca Empire in present-day Peru. He took advantage of an internal war between the brothers Atahualpa and Huascar and captured Atahualpa in 1532, taking control of the empire.

Juan Ponce de Leon, who explored Florida, and Vasco Nunez de Balboa, who crossed the Isthmus of Panama.

The conquistadors were not alone. They were supported by soldiers, sailors, religious leaders, and allied indigenous peoples who severed as guides or warriors. The Catholic Monarchs and later the kings of the House of Austria also sent money, weapons, and permits for the expeditions.

The conquest was carried out gradually, with battles, alliances, diseases, and new weapons, such as horses, cannons, and steel swords, which the American peoples were unfamiliar with.

"The Organization of the Viceroyalties and Religious Work in America"

After the conquests, Spain organized its new territories in the Americas by creating viceroyalties, which were large regions governed in the name of the king. The first was the Viceroyalty of New Spain(in Mexico and Central America) and the second was the Viceroyalty of Pery. Over time, more vicerotalties were created. Each viceroyalty was governed by a viceroy, who represented the King of Spain and was responsible for enforcing the laws, maintaining order, and collecting taxes.

During this time, many religious orders, such as the Jesuits, arrived in America. The Jesuits played a very important role: they founded schools, universities, and missions to educate and evangelize the indigenous people.

The Holy Inquisition was also established, an instituion that everyone followed the Catholic religion and punished those considered heretics or those who practiced other beliefs.

A very important figure was Bartolome de las Casas, a Spanish friar, priest, and bishop who lived in the Americas and witnessed the abuses suffered by indigenous peoples. He wrote several texts denouncing the violence of some conquistadors and defending the rights of indigenous people. Thanks to his struggle, the King of Spain ordered laws to protect indigenous people, although they were not always enforced.

Queen Isabella the Catholic also made it clear in her decrees that indigenous people were "children of God" and should be treated with respect and justice. She prohibited their enslavement.

During the viceroyalties, great architectural works were built: cathedrals, churches, palaces. universities, and roads. Cities like Lima, Mexico City, Quito, and Bogota grew significantly and became centers of culture and trade. Thanks to these cosntructions and the intermingling of Spanish and indigenous peoples, a new culture emerged that combined traditions from both sides.

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it feels like you're the only one i know

it feels like you dont wanna love me no more

it feels like ive been fighting this war on my own

it feels like you're trying to hurt me once more

it feels like you're trying to hurt me to my core

ahhhhhhhhh

so many nights i wished i got back

all the tears i had to hold back

all the time it ended up all bad

then the voices told me dont fall in love again

''youll be alright''

dont fall in love again these girls aint right

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i lived with three women

each a category in their own genre

the environment was filled with blame and love every conversation a sword fight

every hush a blaze

laughter that turned into lightning

voices turned into thorns

we shared rooms not harmony

just clashing waves of ''im fine''

jealousy creeped into the kitchen

egos danced in the hallway

i tried fixing what was already broken but ended up breaking my own tranquility

many nights i dreamt of quietness

just me and my thoughts when i did end

up leaving i didn't lose myself i found myself again

sometimes love means leaving

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Reminder: That as humans we all go through things

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To be human is to feel

if not we'd just be souless matter,

even though no emotions sounds nice,

especially from time to time.

Never needing to worry

Just to simply feel at ease

Never looking for a release

But to feel, that's what makes us human.

But...

To find inner peace we must release

And to thrive YOU MUST strive.

If we deprive ourselves of that...will we ever rise?

Or will we hide and shroud ourselves?

To become a better version of ourselves we can't conform to the crowd but, instead to the heart.

I'd say once you truly choose yourself,

Your true-self, and allow your soul to rule then one can really flourish

and finally reach their full potential.

The things we've once felt

The struggles and secrets that remain in the dark; someone has been there at one point.

So don't feel alone, don't drown, and don't perish..

For the problems may seem vast

But thankfully time exists, and that will be known as what we know as our past.

So don't be dismayed and don't waste a good time for a memory that you had no control of.

Life is a gift. So live in the present, make the best of it and don't reminisce;

At the end of the day, time slips away

You only have control of what you do today.

So don't look back but instead look ahead

For what the future might hold

One day you'll look back and see how far you've gone.

that day you will feel that every choice you made, and everything that took place might have caused you pain

and caused you to complaint

but at the end that'll make us realize how blind we really are

Just to realize that THOSE CHOICES we made back then is what made us who we are today.

and that is the beauty of being human.

to feel and to struggle, that is what

makes us grow.

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In the beginning of 2025, there was an angler fish caught swimming to the surface, because they are bottom sea dwellers, this was very unusual and had never been seen before. This little angler fish, the first to ever see the sun-didn't know she would go viral on TikTok after her passing. So to honor this little fish, I wrote this poem. 

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I was small,

and the dark was my home.

Down in the depths of the ocean,

there was no light but my own.

I'd always longed for something more,

A light I could see,

not just dangle in front of me.

Years of living blind and dark,

only seeing what I caught between my teeth,

I wanted sight,

I longed for more,

than endlessly wandering the sea.

I had heard from creatures,

who had seen the surface,

that there was something called a sky,

and it held a fiery substance.

It scorched the Earth,

and even touched land,

I longed to see this,

I'd die to see where,

ocean meets sand.

Years went by,

my dangling light had dimmed,

my time was coming,

So I decided to swim.

As the pressure changed,

and my body screamed,

I didn't stop fighting,

nor did I stop swimming.

With a dying push,

and burning heart,

I reached the surface,

even though breathing was hard.

My eyes above water,

It beheld a glorious sight,

there was no unforgiving fire!

Only a beautiful,

Ball of Light.

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Planting an idea is like planting a seed: first, it seeks the light. The same thing happens with an idea: the idea is born in a moment or circumstance, then it struggles to reach the surface. The tree grows over time, just as the idea goes from being a small thing to something immense. That's why I say we should be faithful to our ideas, just as a tree is faithful to growing in the earth.

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Goodmorning Doral Park, lately i've gotten caught in a dead end. I'm not sure what other genre's to post next. I thought who better to ask but the audience! I'd greatly appreciate it if you shared your favorite genres/sub-genres that you'd like me to deep dive into next. With that being said, I'm also taking a small break from writing to collect my thoughts. I may come back sooner if i receive more suggestions. Thank you all for the support. And like always...

Much love,

Maggot

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Goodmorning Doral Park, most of us can agree, we HATE Mondays. It's like Mondays are a curse! But just to start off your Monday with a nice groove, let's check out some Jazz shall we?

1. Starting with a personal favorite, "Weaver of Dreams" by Kenny Burrell. Kenny never fails to put me at ease on a chaotic Monday morning. I bet their music can bring some positive energy into your day.

2. Up next, we've gotta mention this wonderful man, with a voice so powerful, and music so full of soul, "Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars" by Frank Sinatra. Should there be more to say? I mean, could there be a word in the dictionary that could really express the feeling this music makes me feel?

3. This next one reminds me of something i'd only hear in a Fairy tale movie. "Three Rings" by Carol Robbins, such a gem I wish more people knew about her music. If you like more musical less songy music, check her out. She doesn't need lyrics to tell a story.

4. "The End of a Love Affair" by Wynton Marsalis another wordless story, full of emotion. Each note played, full of pain, and heart break. One of the reasons why I love jazz so much.

5. When I first listened to this man, I thought he was singing or humming along, but in was all just his trombone! "Misty" by Steve Turre, it's crazy how you could make such melodies with a trombone. You could really feel the mood he so strongly tries to play.

Well, I sure do hope today's genre mellowed you out just as it did with me. Thank you for your support, I'll try to keep up with the daily posts. If you have any suggestions you'd like for me to touch upon, comment it down bellow, I am always open to suggestion. Thank you, have a lovely day everyone.

Much Love,

Maggot

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In the world of music lies the paint brush that makes the canvas of our songs. This paint brush is called an Instrument. The many instruments of this image are known as Brass Instruments. They are the fiercest instruments in the world of music, loud, vibrant, and expressive. They are a formidable force. We will be looking at what makes an instrument an instrument, despite being called a brass instrument, and being named after the material its made from, brass. What makes a brass instrument is not that its made of brass... so what does?

Classifying an Instrument can be determined on how you even play the instrument. Mainly done by three ways, hitting something, plucking or bowing a string, or using a mouth piece. A mouth piece is a part of an instrument that you put your mouth on and blow into. Instruments that use mouth pieces are known as Wind Instruments, and Winds comprise of Brass and Woodwind Instruments. If you use an instrument by hitting it its called a Percussion Instrument, and they are mainly divided into Pitched (pianos, marimbas, vibraphones) and Unpitched (Bass drums, snares, quads, cymbals, and drum sets). And finally string instruments, Bowed strings are strings you use a bow, that funny thing you use on a violin, to bow an instrument. Cello's, Double Basses, Violins, and Violas are all Bowed Strings. And finally the Plucked Strings. Guitars, bass guitars, and a lot, lot of folk instruments both western and eastern. Very common instrument.

But we can go even further, lets look back at the Winds. There are three main types of Wind mouthpieces, and thus three main families. Brass Mouthpieces are created through a buzzing of the lips. Reed mouthpieces create sound through the vibration of the "reed" a small plank of wood rather than your lips. Reed mouthpieces come in many different flavors and shapes, Single reed, Double reed being the two most popular type of reed shape. And Triple and Quadruple reed being much rarer and more common to find in places like Southeast Asia. And a flute mouthpiece is pretty much anything else. Both flute and reed instruments are considered Woodwinds despite the fact there is not one atom of Wood in any modern concert Flute.

The shaping of any instrument is also radically important. Wind instruments have something known as a "bore shape" either having a Conical bore, a type of tubing that slowly gets bigger until it reaches the bell, and a Cylindrical bore, a type of tubing that stays the same shape until it reaches the bore. Lets take an example. A Soprano Saxophone and a Soprano Clarinet look very similar pardoning one thing, one is made up of brass and the other wood! To the outside looking in the difference between the two might be there material, after all its the trait that seperates them the most, but its not! Its the bore shape, Clarinets made out of brass and Saxes made of wood do exist! Saxophones have a Conical bore and the Clarinets have a Cylindrical one.

But that one thing, "Soprano Sax" what does Soprano mean? And that's where we get to our last detail, the size of an instrument! The size of an instrument impacts its sound through the pitch. The bigger an instrument is, IE the longer it is, the more time the air gets from the mouthpiece to the bell, the lower in pitch it becomes. In fact thats what valves and keys (the button you see on an instrument) do! And nowhere is this better to show than the trombone, its unusual slide will decrease the pitch the further you move it away from your mouth. A Trombone is actually a Cylindrical instrument, so a Soprano Trombone and Trumpet, both Soprano instruments play the same note it will sound the same, except the Soprano Trombone is better because it can Glissando while the Trumpet can't. But an Alto Trombone wont sound the same as a French Horn, both Alto instruments because the Horn is a Conical instrument. They make the time the air gets from the mouthpiece to the bell shorter (making the pitch higher) or longer (making the pitch lower). Instruments can be divided into a bunch of different pitches. From lowest to higher, Subcontrabass, Contrabass, Bass, Baritone, Tenor, Alto, Mezzo Soprano, Soprano, Sopranissimo, Soprillio. The bottom and top 2 are pretty much never used in actual music and just exist because people wanted to cover all 9 octaves on a 108 key Piano.

And so using all of this you cant understand how different instruments, understand music theory is needed and essential if you ever want to make music. Remember, music is amazing, and I absolutely believe you should get into music as well!

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When they ask me,

"What is wrong with you?

You look too skinny.

You look tired"

...

I, as always,

With a broken heart respond:

"Nothing..."

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I'm going to write about the 2026 World Cup. I think the 2026 World Cup will be one of the best competitions in the world and one of the best World Cups in recent years. This World Cup is going to be very exciting because there are more of us in this country. There are new national teams that are very exciting, new players like Lamine Yamal, Desire Doue Cubarsi, Fermin Lopez. And it's also going to be a little sad because it's the last World Cup for legendary players like Cristiano Ronaldo, Leonel Messi, Neymar Jr., among others.

(However, I don't think there will be much fan support because of the deportation problem and all that. The people who love soccer the most are Latinos. The president of this country wants to deport all the Latino immigrants who are in this country and came for a better future and to earn an honest living. )

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Her hair was blonde,

or so they said.

Everyone loved it,

Everyone envied the

hair on her head.

She never cared for

the highlights or fairness

of her strands.

She always longed for a change,

maybe hair that was darker,

that she'd like to run

through her hands.

She craved this for years,

although no one understood.

Everyone gasped at the thought,

and assumed she was aloof.

But she didn't care,

nor had any fear when mixing the bowl.

Her gloves all messy,

and her neck stained with black gold.

When the dye was washed,

and the tub a mess,

she grabbed her scissors,

and cut her bangs,

while smiling like she had won a game of chess.

No one approved of the new change,

everyone sneered and said,

she should be ashamed.

I tuned them out and grinned with glee,

I love my back hair,

and I love the new me.

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10/09/2025

it was the middle of the night and I suddenly dreamt with mami again. it was weird because it was my 2nd time this week she visited me in my dreams. In this particular dream we were sitting somewhere i remember it being a blue chair and making eye contact with her. I've always been big on eye contact i was taught since i was young its the biggest form of respect with out having to speak. I remember being so familiarized with where i was. The dirty blond shoulder length hair , her tan round face that i inherited from her, her beautiful cheeky smile and how her cheeks would blush and bounce right up each time. Her hands I'm not 100% sure but they were on her face as if her hand was resting on her face softly holding her head up. and of course her beautiful almond shaped brown sunlit eyes, her gorgeous natural long lashes that i also inherited from her. I remember having just a regular conversation with her I sadly don't remember what i was about. mami was sitting in the blue chair and as i looked into her eyes the only thing i felt was love. I've never felt so much love in my life it was such a overwhelming feeling of love that i felt like i might've exploded but overwhelming in the most beautiful way possible. i felt her again. i felt my mami again. a feeling i once lusted to feel again. a feeling that only a mother can fill. a warmth that no one else could give me. a light that always took me out the dark. Its been 10 months since ive felt her love and warmth again I'd almost forgotten what it was like to hug her and love her again. I told her " i love you mami" she responded with " I love you so much , I miss you so much , im so proud of you." as i listened and stared into her beautiful eyes she repeated this whilst the overwhelming feeling of love got strong and stronger. I than woke up with my legs and the back of my neck humid from sweat. i felt her. i knew she was there. i was still half asleep as i had suddenly just woke up out of that dream i felt something watching me so i flipped to my side and I remember nagging my dog and her laying right next to me. as i went back to sleep i felt a strong urge not forget the dream as Irepeatdly said do not forget as i fell asleep. as i closed my eyes again i felt scared that someone was watching me although i felt someone/thing watching me i knew it was her. i made sure to remember that feeling of seeing her once again. feeling her once again, feeling the love of her again , remembering how much she loved me cared for me and protected me and continues to make sure to let me know she is with me and is protecting me 10x more than when she was physically here. this dream was a reminder that she's still got my back and that she will always be with me and will always remind me how much she really loves me. as i remember her every single day in sudden slight thoughts i remember who she was and what she went through for me. most importantly i remembered how much she loved me. ive been craving to feel her love again for so long , to feel her warmth to hear her to see her to even have a conversation with her i felt her protecting me not only was she letting me know she's always protecting me and loves me. She's reminding me that i really am not alone and every thing i do is in honor of her name. I love you mom. and i miss you. thank you for the beautiful visit and may the lord allow you to rest in peace. <3

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Good morning Doral Park, Today we're switching the gears and diving into the Folk genre. Try not to fall asleep while listening to these songs!

1. "Child's Song", by Tom Rush is a very old childhood song my dad sang to me once. I miss those days, and I wish it wasn't short-lived.

2. This song sets a longing mood, reminds me of the winter time when flowers die and shrivel up. "Where Have All the Flowers Gone" by The Kingston Trio. Beautiful group. Wonderful voices.

3. "Blackbird" by The Beatles, a song I know on the guitar, has to be my favorite folk song. I hope it brings you comfort as much as it does with me.

4. Last but not least, "I'm Thinking Tonight of My Blue Eyes" by Ralph Stanley. This song reminds me just how good folk is. One way or another I always find myself coming back to Folk songs.

5. This next guy sounds a lot like Willie Nelson, so if you're a big fan of Nelson's music check out ,"I Won't Be Far from Here" by The Charlie Sizemore Band. This band gives me a similar calming feel as Willie Nelson's music does.

I think I may learn a few of these songs on my guitar. Anyways, without further a due, thank you for your support, and I hope my recommendations have sparked your interests in new genres. If you have anymore genres or sub-genres you'd wish for me to check out please comment them down bellow. Once again, thank you, have a wonderful day.

Much love,

Maggot

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Goodmorning Doral Park, Today we're doing a genre that will definitely get you bopping your head on the way to school. For Throwback Thursday we're going back to the 80s and 90s bringing back HipHop classics!

1. "Brass Monkey" by the Beastie Boys, will surely get you skipping and bopping your head to the beat while the beastie boys lay down bars.

2. She's still going hard til this day, "Lose Control" by Missy Elliot feat. Ciara and Fatman Scoop. I saw her live in the Hard Rock stadium and I can vouch, SHE IS THAT GOOD.

3. This next song is gonna get you kicking your feet and hitting little jigs. "Hey ya!" by The Outkasts, has as amazing way of getting you on your feet even on a rough morning.

4. "Cherchez Laghost" by Ghostface Killah feat. U-God & Madam Majestic, is a true childhood song my brother would play through the radio whenever he was given the aux chord. So this song gives me nostalgia in that sense.

5. Like usual, gotta save the best for last, "Check Yo Self", by Ice Cube feat. Das EFX. Ice Cube always had a song that'd get me in a good mood. This song was one of them.

Making this list really sent me down memory lane, each of these artists have played a role in my childhood one way or another. I hope you enjoyed this Throwback Thursday as much as I did. If you have any more suggestions, drop it down in the comments. Thank you for the support, have an amazing day.

Much Love,

Maggot

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"I will love you" ❤

I like you, I like you... and I like you.

What more can I say?

I could tell you:

"I want to be with you,"

but no,

I'm not one of those.

I tell you, I tell you at the top of my lungs,

what my heart screams:

Let the world tremble,

let the clocks stop,

let all history be forgotten,

let a romantic song play,

let the nightingales fall silent,

let the orange blossoms bloom, let the seas dry up, and let the world become a handkerchief...!

Because I will love you,

in this life,

in the next,

and in a thousand more summers..

...until you become my eternity.

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Student article, What is your favorite work?

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Student article, What is your favorite work?

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Alexandre Dumas is undoubtedly one of those writers whose works have left an indelible mark on world literature. Perhaps some of you reading this don't know who he was. If so, I invite you to read about his vast literary work, which has transcended time. If you know who he was and are familiar with any of his works, tell me: What is your favorite work by this writer? Do you know any of his works? Without a doubt, for me, his best work is "The Count of Monte Cristo."

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Goodmorning Doral Park, today in honor of country day, I am gonna take y'all on a ride through the wheat field of country music.

1. To start with something soft and mellow we have, "I Hear a Sweet Voice Calling" by The Handsome Family. This group is my go to whenever I just want to go on a nice walk outside on a cool fall morning.

2. Another wonderful band i'd love to share is "The one I Love" by R.E.M. Known for their other classics like, "Losing my Religion", this band is a spectacular introduction to soft country rock.

3. For a nice throw back, I'd like to mention "9 to 5" by Dolly Parton. I know any teachers reading this may be cheering at the fact I brought her up. You're welcome!!

4. To pick up the pace, here's a fast up-beat song, "The Crawdad Song" by The Meat Purveyors. I can imagine a group of buddies on a long road trip, sitting in the back of a truck singing together.

5. I love to leave the best for last, many oldies fans may recognize this wonderful man. "Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain" by Willie Nelson, a gorgeous mellow song. Leave my heart with a yearning feeling for a long lost love. Heck, this song really has a way of swaying your emotions.

This was definitely a fun list to make. I truly enjoy old country, personally the new modern country just doesn't hit the same. If you have any country songs you'd like to share, leave it in the comments! Thank you for your time, Have a wonderful day. Stay country!!

Much love,

Maggot

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For as long as I can remember, there's been a voice that has accompanied me through the sweetest moments, as well as the saddest. That voice is that of Marco Antonio Solís, the man who turned love into song and heartbreak into poetry. For many, he's simply "El Buki," but for me—and for millions—he's the modern troubadour who sings to the soul.

Born in Ario de Rosales, Michoacán, he founded the group "Los Bukis," and with them revolutionized grupera music. Songs like "TU CÁRCEL," "FALSO AMOR," and "CÓMO FUI A ENAMORARME DE TI" became anthems for a generation that learned to love and suffer through his lyrics.

But Marco didn't stop there. When he decided to launch his solo career, his art became even more intimate, even more profound. "SI TE PUDIERA MENTIR" "LA VENIA BENDITA," "MI ETERNO AMOR SECRETO," "INVÉNTAME," AMOR EN SILENCIO" Each of these songs seems written for someone who once loved too much. And yes, I include myself.

They call him "EL BUKI," a nickname that comes from the group that launched him to fame, but also means "child" in the Yaqui language.

Throughout his career, he has collaborated with artists who also defined eras: MARISELA, his muse of the 1980s; ROCÍO DÚRCAL, for whom he composed unforgettable gems; and other greats such as CAROL G, OLGA TAÑÓN, LUCERO, PAULINA RUBIO, JUANES, ANA BÁRBARA, ALEJANDRO FERNÁNDEZ, RICARDO MONTANER, among many others. Even groups like Intocable and Montez de Durango have covered his songs, proving that his music transcends genres.

Marco Antonio Solís hasn't just filled stadiums and sold millions of records. He's been recognized with Latin Grammy, Billboard, and Lo Nuestro awards, and has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. In 2022, he was named Person of the Year by the Latin Recording Academy, and in 2024, he received the Gran Maestro Award from the Society of Authors and Composers of Mexico.

When Marco sings, you feel like you're not alone. That someone else has loved madly, cried in silence, written letters that were never sent. And that, for me, is the greatest thing an artist can do.

Marco Antonio Solís is more than a singer. He's a poet with a guitar, a chronicler of the heart, a man who turned his life into a song... and who taught us that loving, even when it hurts, is always worth it.

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Goodmorning Doral Park, today I am very excited to talk about this music genre, mainly because it's my favorite genre of music. With blood curling screams, and beastly growls, I will be talking about Death Metal. Please be advised that the death metal genre has many dark themes and may cause discomfort to those sensitive to gore or dark imagery. If you are bothered by loud noises, or explicit imagery do NOT check this genre out.

1. Up first, is my personal favorite, "Rabid" by Mortician. Even though it's a short song, it's disgusting and viseral riffs and breakdowns, this song is BOUND to make you swing your arms and headbang.

2. "Dead To Me" by Immolation, is by far one of my favorite songs to recommend to any young metal fans who are getting into heavier metal. I suggest checking this band out if you like good death growls.

3. Picking up the tempo, "Cyanide Assassin" by MY #1 FAVORITE DEATHMETAL BAND Cannibal Corpse! This band has and always will have a place in my heart.

4. Last but not least, "When All is Said and Done" by Napalm Death. Words cannot describe how stunning the vocals and riffs are. First ever day checking them out, brought a tear to my eye.

5. By now you should know the drill, "Shape-Shifting" by Vader!!! Genuine astonishment is all I could express my reaction to this band. The fast double kicks and SCRUMPTIOUS VOCALS, I absolutely ADORE this band.

Phew.. Such an adrenaline pumping genre recommendation today. But with that out of the way, Thank you all for the support. It truly warms my heart knowing that you all enjoy my posts. If you have an genre's in mind that you'd like to see in future posts, please comment down bellow! Again thank you, have an amazing day!

Much love,

Maggot

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Student poem in Spanish in honor of Federico García Lorca.

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Student poem in Spanish in honor of Federico García Lorca.

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"No quiero verlo"

—A Federico García Lorca—

La noche está triste y sola,

la muerte la loma ya baja.

Yo no quiero verlo,

no quiero ver el crimen que aquí trabaja.

Ya vienen con el joven,

el cruel verdugo prepara su arma.

No quiero verlo,

no quiero ver cómo lo matan.

Cayó Federico,

cayó como lirios en el campo,

voló como paloma al cielo

sin temor a su vuelo alzar.

Floreció en cada verso,

en cada obra encendida.

En cada estrofa dispersa,

su alma retoma la vida.

¡No quiero verlo,

no quiero verlo!

La sangre me tocará los zapatos.

Mis lágrimas le rozarán.

Y el polvo será testigo,

de que nunca lo olvidarán.

¡Qué criminales!

¡Cómo osáis hacer eso!

¡Seáis desgraciados!

¡Matáron a García Lorca!

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The relation and Empowerment of Little women (2019)

Relation:

Sometimes I relate to little women mainly with Jo March of the fear of fully excepting a relationship and ye'r old fear of losing independence and my self in the progress of things , I usually relate myself in the sense of " I care more to be loved than to love" -Jo March , reflecting of the sentimental way of my identity and insecurities for love and the longing for thee connection but hesitant to fully embrace the idea of loving someone, as it requires opening up emotionally and letting that side basically escape (honestly throw it out the window baisically).

Legacy of empowerment

But at the same time of these relations of going against the expectations our society placed upon women . In the same relation or mindset of Jo March I believe that the roles of a mother or "house wife" does not align of the full potential of a person just because of there gender or grow up to teach young women all your options are tied to marry in wealth or desire and stay home to raise women in solemnly "peace" as setting the expectations of any other things out of the "norm" and "out spoken nature" all though it doesn't mean not every one wants but the wants that but more in the nature of "recognizing the value's of different roles" . As Jo's action get seen by many she shows empowerment of through showing the options of things as in her actions when she shows rejection of the traditional housewife role doesn't denounce is but rather speak of it that women should have freedom to choose and respect for people's individual choice's . As freedom is a strong word in ways its as in more shes seen as empowering women to pursue their interests whether in your own home or the workplace.

Jo's Journey into Understanding

In the sense of this topic in this film and book the journey of Jo understanding to this topic starts one of her sisters meg and has an initial judgement stems off from her fear that it will limit her sister's independence, reflecting her struggle with traditional gender roles. This moment highlights the tension between familial love and feminist ideals, as Jo grapples with the concept of empowerment and understanding along the way. In the sense of understanding Jo learns that fulfillment can take many forms, including marriage, leading her to a deeper understanding of women's choices and the importance of supporting each other's paths to happiness.

Jo's Embrace of Empowerment

Jo's journey in total culminates in a profound understanding of empowerment, where she recognizes the importance of choice and the diverse paths women can take. As she started to understand and reconciling her fears and insecurities with the value's of independence , she learns that true strength lies in supporting one another's decisions, whether they lead to marriage, career, or personal fulfillment. This realization not only strengthens her relationships with her sisters but also emphasizes the significance of solidarity among women in pursuing their unique aspirations and achieving happiness on their own terms in all.

-Madhatter

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Goodmorning everyone, today we will be kick starting our day with some classical music! Firstly, I wanted to thank the commenter who suggested this idea. I want you all to know your suggestions do not go unnoticed, it takes time to deep dive these genres!

1. Starting off with one of my favorites, "Concerto Grosso in G minor, Op. 6 No. 6" by George Frideric Hande. Each instrument played with a soft flowing tone, with each note coming straight from the soul of the musicians. I believe this piece is worth the listen.

2. "Romance No. 2 in F major, Op.50", where Isaac Stern Plays Mozart, Beethoven, Haydn, is absolutely ethereal. It is genuinely so astonishing to listen to a man recreate music from decades ago and bring it the light it deserves by performing it with so much love and soul.

3. Up next is, "Trio Sonata for organ No. 6 in G major, BWV 530: 2nd movement" performed by Simon Preston, originally composed by Johann Sebastian Bach. The piece really reminds me of something you'd hear in the ambience in a medieval game with the wind instruments. Nonetheless, this stays on my top 3 favorite music compositions.

4. Last but not least, I bring to you, "Clair de Lune, L. 75, No.3" performed by Lang Lang. Love, yearning, heartache, and sorrow are all the many feelings you may experience while listening to this iconic piece.

5. Now to end off today's list I obviously want to mention a piece that has been held close to my heart for years, "Siciliano (violin and piano sonata no. 4)" composed by James Galway! This piece brings me eternal peace, and brings comfort on a personal and emotional level. This musician does not get enough recognition, so please give his music a listen!

And with that, I am sincerely grateful for the massive support I have received from friends, online readers, and the one and only Ms.Valdes! Words can not describe the emotions I felt when I saw all the support I received from you all, but one thing is for certain I am so grateful. And a side note to those awaiting their favorite genres to be mentioned, I see you and in due time your music will be mentioned! Again thank you all for the support, leave more suggestions down bellow.

Much love,

Maggot

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This is directed to an old friend. Rest easy. (2009-2025)

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My love, I see something is troubling you.

My love, why do you cry? It seems that as of recent you've been growing visibly grim.

My love, please don't hide your light, tell me what is troubling you.

My love, is it the way the clouds are covering the sun? or is it the way life is boarding you from seeing the light.

My love, please don't let go. Tell me what troubles you.

My love, where has your spark gone?

My love, where is that bright smile I once knew.

My love!-Your flame is dying... why hide such a tragedy?

My love, whether you hide your sorrow or not, I will do my very best to share my light. If it meant to see you smile once more like you used to, I'd hold your hand in battle.

My love, please don't let go; allow me to share my spark.

My love, nearly 5 years of friendship. Why did you let it all go?

My love, I did what I could to bring back your spark, but with you gone, I guess the only course of action now is to let it rest.

My love, rest easy, your flame saved many dying lights, but now yours is the one that has died.

My love, I sit here wondering, "why?", maybe I didn't do enough to save your dying light.

My love, I pray every night wishing that this was all a nightmare. Even though it wouldn't change a thing.

My love, in tribute to you, I will share my light just as you once did, and make sure I leave my spark in everyone's flame.

My love, you did not die in vain, for your spark will always remain in my heart.

My love, may you rest in eternal peace.

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Leyenda urbana...

Cuento contado por el abuelo Juan, en una noche donde la luna parecía mirar el campo.

Era una noche de verano.

La luna, redonda y callada, parecía mirar el campo con ojos de madre vieja.

Los niños del pueblo cruzaban el bosque con linternas de mano aun de día, esquivando raíces y susurrando entre ellos.

La casa del abuelo Juan, hecha de madera vieja y techo de zinc, parecía un santuario de historias.

Cada verano, como si fuera ritual, llegaban con mantas, pan dulce y ganas de escuchar lo que el monte callaba.

El viejo era callado, triste, no hablaba mucho. Solo vivía con su esposa y su pena.

Pero cuando el viento soplaba frío y la noche se ponía seria, él contaba historias, leyendas que se contaban en los llanos de Villa Clara, Cuba.

—Abuelo Juan, cuéntenos una historia... —dijeron los niños, con los ojos brillando.

—Sí, abuelo, cuéntenos —repitieron, rodeándolo como si fuera un fuego.

El viejo se sentó en su taburete, escupió al suelo, se acomodó el sombrero, encendió la fogata y así comenzó:

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— Era una madrugada nublada.

Nublada como nunca.

El cielo parecía hecho de ceniza y humo.

—Me levanté temprano, como siempre, y fui a ver los animales como cada mañana.

Pero para mi sorpresa...no había ninguno.

Se habían ido todos los animales del corral.

Las huellas marcaban camino hacia el monte, pero no eran huellas normales.

Parecían torcidas, como si los animales no caminaran… sino huyeran.

Me puse el sombrero, las botas, el tabaco y agarré el machete, y me adentré en la neblina...

A medida que entraba, el bosque se hacía más oscuro, más espeso, más raro. Como si otro universo me llamara, uno oscuro.

Los árboles no se movían, pero sus ramas parecían mirar mis pasos lentos.

Y entonces escuché risas.

Risas de hombres.

Risas que no sabían reír.

Me acerqué lentamente y sin hacer ruido, entonces los vi.

Eran tres, cubiertos con capuchas negras.

Tenían cuchillos, sacos, cuerdas largas, y lo que más me molestó fue que tenian mis animales en cautiverio.

—¡Vamos a matar los animales ya! —Decía uno..

—¡Si, Matémoslos y vámonos a beber! —decía otro.

Yo, irritado, quise gritarles, quise ir a pelear con ellos. A retomar mis animales.

Pero algo rompió la neblina de la madrugada.

Una risa. Una risa peculiar.

Pequeña, aguda, tenebrosa. De esas risas que molestan, de esas que dan terror.

Una risa que no venía de boca, sino del monte mismo.

Una risa que se metió en mis huesos como frío de tumba.

De pronto, algo diminuto saltó desde la rama de un árbol.

No alcancé a distinguirlo, pero escuché su risa: una carcajada malévola, de esas que hielan la sangre, como la risa de una bruja escondida en la oscuridad.

Yo quedé paralizado, en shock, tratando de descubrir qué era aquella presencia. Sin embargo, lo único que mis ojos alcanzaron a ver fue sangre...

Los hombres gritaron muchísimo, como grita una gallina cuando la van a matar.

Uno corrió despavorido, otro no paraba de gritar, y el tercero… se escondió llorando.

Su cabeza salió rodando como fruta caída.

Yo también corrí.

Corrí como nunca, con aquel frío carcomiendo mis huesos.

Pero esa risa seguía detrás de mí, como si me respirara en la nuca.

Saltaba de árbol en árbol, de rama en rama, con su risa maquiavélica.

Tan rápido salí y corrí que sin ver tropecé.

Me caí.

Me raspé todo, brazos, manos; incluso hasta perdí un diente.

Y al levantar la vista… lo vi. Ahí estaba.

Una figura de niño.

Pero no era un niño.

Tenía orejas largas, la boca torcida, manos y pies que no eran de humanos.

Sus uñas eran cuchillos oxidados.

El cuerpo, cubierto de pelo completamente. Sus ojos, como carbones encendidos.

Grité lo más que pude, pedí auxilio, pero el bosque y el río se tragaron mis lamentos.

—De pronto, sentí un dolor desesperante en la espalda, como si me rasgaran la piel con garras.

El abuelo Juan levantó la mirada hacia el horizonte oscuro, tan oscuro que presintió que algo ocurriría. El viento soplaba tan fuerte que apagó la fogata, y un escalofrío le recorrió nuevamente la espalda.

—¡Abuelo, sigue contando! —pidió un niño, con los ojos brillantes de curiosidad.

—No quiero —dijo otro, encogido de hombros—. Esta historia parece aburrida y absurda.

—¡Pero nosotros queremos escuchar! —insistieron los demás, agarrando sus manos y mirando al fuego.

El abuelo Juan suspiró, frotándose las manos para entrar en calor.

—Está bien… pero escuchen bien, porque no lo voy a repetir y quiero que duerman.

Después que me desmayé del miedo, desperté. Pero no en el monte,

¡estaba en mi cama!

¡Los animales estaban en el corral!

¡Mi espalda estaba sana!

¡Y mi mente más confundida aun!

Pero cada 8 de agosto…

mi espalda se enciende en sangre.

Sin explicación.

Solo me arde, como si mi cuerpo se quemara por completo.

Sin razón.

No sé si fue real.

No sé si fue sueño.

Pero de que lo vi… lo vi.

Nadie me creyó, todos me llamaron loco.

Y aquellos que osaron creerme me dijeron que la única criatura que habita en estos lugares es el “Güije”. Un duende pequeño y travieso que no le gusta para que lo molesten...

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Los niños se quedaron en silencio.

El viento sopló más fuerte.

Las ramas crujieron.

La luna pareció esconderse detrás de una nube.

Un niño, aquel que dijo que la historia era media aburrida se levantó y dijo:

—Eso es pura mentira. Yo mejor me voy a mi casa.

Doña Toña, esposa de Don Juan que estaba sentada en la mecedora, le dijo:

—No te vayas de aquí, la noche está muy oscura y tienes que pasar por el bosque y junto al río para llegar al pueblo.

Pero el niño se fue.

Grosero.

Malcriado.

Sin mirar atrás.

Esa noche, los grillos no cantaron.

El monte pareció cerrar los ojos.

Y el abuelo Juan no dijo más nada.

Solo se presignó.

El niño nunca llegó a su casa...

Tres días después, lo encontraron en un barranco.

El cuerpo intacto.

Pero el rostro…

el rostro tenía una expresión que ni los vivos saben imitar.

Como si hubiera visto algo que no debía existir.

Como si el monte le hubiera contado su propia historia

"Ficción tejida con hilos de sombra y memoria. Nada aquí ocurrió… al menos no como se cuenta.”

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Back in Venezuela, my homeland, there's this silly little problem that happened way too often for liking, when the power went out. It was the usual and most people grew accustomed to it, most of us had our ways of dealing with it, me personally I found it quite peaceful when the lights went out, it felt like a timeout where I could just lay down on bed and wait for the electricity to come back, lighting up a candle and setting it on the nightstand, then laying down on bed and just relaxing was one really likeable experience at least for me. Going out when the lights went out was also quite a refresher, whether it was just going for a walk or hanging out with someone, it had quite a charm of it's own, it felt different from just going out normally, it felt quite liberating if you weren't one of those people who enjoyed lights out. And on the opposite side of things, when the electricity came back it felt like a blessing especially if it had been gone for a while, sitting down on bed thinking or doing whatever one does when the lights are out and then all of a sudden the fan turns on and the lights re-appear, whenever that happened it felt like a damn event, something worth celebrating over, and as far as I know most people did, at least my family did, every time the lights came back after a long blackout it was almost the norm yelling out "LLEGO LA LUZ!!!" and getting out of your room to celebrate with your family only for the lights to go out again half an hour later so the cycle can repeat again, we all were used to it though, good luck if you were scared of the dark though.

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"The wound is where the light reaches you"

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"The wound is where the light reaches you"

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Light comes in many forms, it can be metaphorical, it can be physical , pure light. It's used in art almost always to create shadows, effects, angles, etc. Many tend to pay more attention to the central piece of a picture, of an art piece, of whatever it may be, but have you ever stopped to think why your eyes gravitate towards the main point of that piece? The answer is a lot more complex than you think, little, miniscule details go into what makes art have meaning. Light in artworks often helps illustrate a sense of purity or hope , etc. It can come into the picture softly, overshadowing main pieces ever so slightly that you don't even realize how important it truly is in a piece of art. It can help tell a story, maybe the characters in the work have lost themselves in some sort of way only to come across this light shining back into their lives. When you pay closer attention to the shadows and the light in certain pieces you'll find that it means so much more than you think.

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My friend is a very special person. He's incredible with me. He helps me with everything I need. Every time I need him, he's there for me. For example, when I needed help with an assignment, he helped me. Whenever I was sent to this school, he always gave me messages of support. Whenever we go to play together, we go together. He picks me up, or I pick him up. Or we go in Uber, and we split evenly. When we go to the mall or other places, we also exchange cards. We always do really fun things together.

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I was young when i began to feel misunderstood, unempathized , unnoticed. my biological father chose a temporary feeling. Numbness. God allowed me to be born without a "missing rib" and i mean a missing rib as a dead beat absent father who chose drugs over his daughter. My mom struggled until she found my step dad. He raised me as his own , loved me as his own , protected me as his own. As I grew up I realized how much in common me and my step dad really had. He had a lot of insecurities , depression, heartbreak, disappointments, but never ever disrespected or hurt no one from his part he hurt no one he was known to be an honest, respectable, empathetic , compassionate man. he hid his hurt, depression and addictions but i always knew. I always seen the broken parts of him just how he always seen mine. anybody and everybody says they know my daddy but as his baby girl I always knew. He put my emotions before his no matter how broken he was and still managed to fix and build me and help me grow. his strength, respect, empathy showed me who i need to be. Why God chose him to be my missing rib. I realized people can try to break me or i break myself so so many times but i know each time i fall I'll get stronger than i was before. After my daddy passed i knew i had to come out from my cocoon and show of the beautiful colors he helped paint onto my wings. He was once missing the rib that protected my heart as Adam was Eves missing rib he always did when he was here physically i just know he's making sure that rib of his is now protecting my heart even more after his death. He helped me become who i am before and after his death. I am the ray of sunshine i am today Because of my FATHER. I learned a title is EARNED not just given and my daddy continues to earn that title every single day as i become the female version of him every day.

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Live footage of Maggot looking to god to send them 10 piece chicken nuggets.

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Goodmorning everyone, i'm back with some more songs! Today to start off the spooky season, we're turning our focus towards the gothic side with these wonderful hits!

1. Beginning with one of my personal favorites, "Kiss me til my lips fall off" by Lebanon Hanover. This is a nice mellow song which gives off a bit of vampire goth vibes. Note that not many people enjoy their vocals due to their monotone voice, but personally, I love it!

2. Up next we got, "Join Me In Death" by HIM! Yes you read that correctly, HIM! Known for his many love/heartbreak songs, HIM incorporates a lot of yearning and heartfelt lyrics. If you are a hopeless romantic or simply in deep love with your partner, check out this guy!

3. Now, I mentioned this band in the last post however, I believe they deserve a second mention, "Cities in Dust" by Siouxie and The Banshees! I can't express enough how much I love this band. As a former baby bat (person who is new to goth) I can say this band was an amazing introduction to the goth style, fashion, and sub-genre.

4. This next one was another very stunning band, that really widened my horizon. Introducing- "Temple of Love" by The Sisters of Mercy!! Some may believe that goth=demon worshiping but that's not true at all!! Goth is a short term to summarize the UMBRELLA of different styles, genre's, and fashion that falls under it!(I can go on a whole rant explaining goth but I'll leave that for another future post heh...)

5. To end of today's list of recommendations, I saved my top favorite for last, that being -DRUM ROLL PLEASE- "Out of Control" by She wants Revenge!!! This band has been by far my #1 favorite disco goth band. I can't give goth recommendations without sharing this diamond of a band.

And with that, I thank you all -once again- for your love and support, and if you're new; Hi, I'm Maggot and I am on a journey to open minds and share my favorite songs and genres with the world! If anyone has any genre's that they'd like me to do on my next post, leave a comment! I hope you all enjoy these songs.

Much love,

Maggot

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Student poem for his homeland, the United States

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Student poem for his homeland, the United States

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"In this land of mine"

In this land

of blood and salt,

where the wind

smells of history,

children are born

with two languages

and a single memory.

In this blessed land,

In this land I live!

The moon hangs

in the courtyards

like an embroidered handkerchief,

and the sun,

with a double accent,

kisses the enamored countryside.

Half English,

half Spanish!

like a river

that unfolds,

like a soul

that wonders...

whether the laurel grows

in Dover

or in Córdoba.

This land I live!

In this land I live!

In this land of mine, tea

is served with folk songs,

and flamenco

dances in English,

the bells ring

in Westminster

and in St. Andrew's Tower.

The olive trees

look out upon the Thames,

the poppies

look out upon the Guadalquivir,

and the heart

of this land

doesn't know

whether to cry

or laugh.

Because here

everything is a mixture,

everything is a cross,

everything is root,

and he who is born

between two fires

learns quickly

to smile.

Half British,

half Spain!

like a poem

without translation,

like a kiss

that doesn't ask

on which side

the passion lies.

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Here are my song/band recommendations for any metal head fans or music enthusiasts to check out!

1. Starting off with some nasty riffs and vocals we got "Theory of Mind" by Khublai Khan TX. If you like loud vocals, heavy riffs, and gut wrenching breakdowns, this is a band you should check out.

2. A classic Early 2000s "Emo" band that most may recognize by the name; "Skylines and Turnstiles" by My Chemical Romance! Originally the band vocalist, Gerard Way, created the band during the aftermath of 9/11 because they wanted to bring awareness to the tragic events. They grew so much that the creators of "Twilight" and "50 Shades of Gray" were inspired to create the now famous book/movie series. This band is definitely on my top 5 favorite bands due to their heavy positive impact on the evergrowing metal community.

3. Up next is, "Spellbound" by Siouxsie and The Banshees!!! Known for their gothic music, they are an amazing band to start your journey into the goth fashion and subgenre! This wonderful band has influenced "baby bats" (People who are getting into goth) to express their style without a care of how others feel about it. I say this with personal experience, I used to be dead afraid to go outside in my full goth attire, but after meeting many people in the goth community, I walk in my all black flowing dress and corpse paint with pride.

4. Last but certainly not least, "The Red" by Chevelle, is by far one of my most played songs and their band has created so many great hits it's definitely a band worth checking out.

5. Now, I know some might agree this is an absolutely outstanding band

-DRUMROLL PLEASE!- "Bat Country" by A7X (aka. Avenged Sevenfold)!!! This band has touched many people's hearts, and have stippled in different sub-genres, two of which are nu-metal and progressive metal. This band is certainly one of the classics but definitely worth sharing.

And with that, I thank you for taking time out of your day to check out my post, I hope to give future daily music recommendations, however with different genres to shed light of the other wonderful music artists out there! I hope you all enjoy these songs.

Much love,

Maggot

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Kids with big hearts! Let's help Villa Clara, Cuba

A few days ago, many people from the small and beautiful town of San Juan de los Yeras, in Villa Clara, Cuba, suffered a very sad and serious accident. They are simple, hardworking, very loving people... like our grandparents, our neighbors, our friends. Today they are going through very difficult times, and from our school we want to send them a huge hug full of love and hope and make a donation for their speedy recovery

They have lost almost everything.

Some are in the hospital recovering, others are at home without the necessities to live. But what they need most now is to know that they are not alone, that there are people like you who want to help them.

How can you help? With things you have at home that can make someone smile:

- Comfortable clothes or pajamas

- Letters, messages of encouragement

- Soap, toothpaste, wipes to maintain hygiene

- Bandages, gloves, band-aids

Place to bring your donations: Doral Park High School

Anything you donate, no matter how insignificant, will be like a ray of sunshine reaching San Juan de los Yeras. You can make a difference! Because when someone helps, the world becomes more beautiful.

Thank you for being part of this special mission. Together, we are stronger. "Do not try to measure my being from head to toe; measure, if you please, the greatness that dwells in my heart."

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Student article in honor of historical figure.

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Student article in honor of historical figure.

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"A friend asked me about a portrait of a man who, I believe, is looking at us from another dimension. Of course, I was amazed and wondered how he hadn't met such an important man. I reflected and, calmly but with an air of pride and humanity, I said, "His name is William Shakespeare," the great William Shakespeare. He told me he didn't know him, that he hadn't heard of him. Calmly, I told him, "I didn't know him either; I'd only heard of him for his famous work, Romeo and Juliet, a work that was widely studied in my school. I, like Quixote, like a Romeo, and like an honored Shakespeare, as I'm sure William was. I heartily told my friend to read his work, to turn the films based on his work. Shakespeare, the great Shakespeare, is a key figure in modern literature, and surely in 200 years, he will continue to be a fundamental pillar of English literature. He is only portrayed in paintings, unfortunately in his time there was no photography or internet, but even so, in the face of all adversity Shakespeare never gave up and wrote, he saw the world from a different angle as every poet does, he lived with feeling and that feeling was captured throughout history. Shakespeare also wrote numerous works that have gone down in history, for example "Hamlet", very well known. I in particular did not know the face of William Shakespeare and I also asked myself the same question as my friend, Who is that in the portrait that I don't know him, the answer to me was so sublime and perfect. Perfect as I consider I answered my friend. That is the great Shakespeare. To all those who read this, I advise you to immediately read, look for information about this historical and wonderful figure as was William Shakespeare."

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I swear to my flag, I swear to my nation, I swear to its stars, I swear to its red color! I swear to my beloved homeland, the one that gave me its heart. I swear to this blessed land, to give mine to it with honor

¡Juro a mi bandera,

juro a mi nación,

juro a sus estrellas,

juro a su rojo color!

¡Juro a mi patria amada,

esa que su corazón me dio.

Juro a esta tierra bendita,

entregarle el mío con honor!

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Article about one of the most influential Spanish-speaking artists.

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Article about one of the most influential Spanish-speaking artists.

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Rocio Jurado was and is undoubtedly a fundamental pillar in Spanish romantic music. She began her career in the 60's defying all kinds of adversities in a company run by men, her voice conquered hearts, broke the barriers of women in her time, she was one of the first women to sing a song against a man, Her imposing voice made her known throughout Latin America, she had great hits such as "DEJALA CORRER", "LO SIENTO MI AMOR", "MI AMANTE AMIGO" "ESE HOMRE" "SE NOS ROMPIO EL AMOR" AMONG OTHER great hits. She sang with the best singers of her time and of this century, singers such as CELIA CRUZ, RAPHAEL, LOLA FLORES, ANA GABRIEL, JUAN PARDO, NINO BRAVO among other greats. She was cataloged in All of SPAIN as "THE GREATEST" of Spanish song. In 2004, she received the award for best female voice of the 20th century. She died on June 1, 2006. A huge monument was built in her hometown called "CHIPIONA." Millions of people gather there to pay tribute to her. June 1 is known in Spain as "Rocio Jurado Day." Rocio Jurado has undoubtedly left an indelible mark on Spanish culture and music.

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The Miami-Dade Public Library came on Friday, 9/19/25. They gave us cards that we can use to borrow books, watch movies, and provide free tutoring. They also offer free music. It was a truly wonderful experience. When the "book mobile" staff arrived, we enthusiastically went out to sign up and, overcome with emotion, took books to read at home. We explored, met not only new people but also learned about our intellectual selves, the feeling of discovering our literary sense. Personally, we can say it was very exciting and engaging, as it encouraged us to continue fighting for our love of literature and to write our own works, novels, movie scripts, and in our case, Urban Legends, among other things we also want to do. We are grateful for the support we received from the library and from our Doral Park school.

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Since I was little, I've always had a dream: to play soccer at a professional level. Another of my dreams has always been to have my own soccer club. I love this sport. I'm a big fan of Borussia Dortmund and FC Barcelona.

FC Barcelona: Since I was little, I've always liked the way Barcelona plays. For me, Leonel Messi is the best player in the history of soccer. He and Barcelona were a perfect match. Messi made me fall in love with this sport because of his style of play and who he is as a person. Never in my life have I seen a better player than Leo Messi. Barcelona is a very historic club. It has won 5 Champions League titles, 27 Spanish League titles, etc. Messi, along with Barcelona, ​​won 5 Champions League titles, 12 League titles, and many team titles. I hope someone can see Barcelona play like they can with Messi.

Borussia Dortmund: Dortmund is one of the best clubs in Germany. They've had very good players. Good ones like Haaland, Lewandowsi, Aubameyang, Marco Reus, Jube Bellingham, among others, have won several Champions League titles, etc.

I would like to have my own soccer club and be able to have my own players. That's my biggest dream, and one day I'll make it come true.

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🌟 The Lamp of Learning

Learning is like lighting a lamp in the middle of darkness.

At first, it barely glows —the first spark of curiosity—,

trembling, uncertain,

but alive.

The more oil you pour —practice and perseverance—,

the stronger the light becomes.

And when the lamp burns fully,

it not only lights your path —personal understanding—,

it also illuminates those walking beside you —shared teaching—.

Because learning is not about collecting answers,

it's about igniting questions in the form of invisible lamps.

It's not arriving,

it's advancing with ideas shaped like bottomless cubes,

where each thought falls and keeps falling,

searching for meaning.

It's not knowing everything,

it's wanting to know more,

like the deer who, in the night,

wishes to learn how to teach a rose to walk.

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Maggot, an odd creature to use as an identity, but merely a depiction of how one may feel in this society.

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I believe self-esteem is a vital key to successful human growth. "why?", well, it's simple. In order to truly understand and experience life around you, you must unlock true understanding from within. Understanding your limits and seeing new accomplishments as a new door opened. Without this inner understanding, everything around you may feel, "pointless" or "impure". However, with this form of self-understanding, you will come to find out that life is more than just a needle and thread, it's a sewing kit, each thread a key ingredient to starting a new path, and you are the needle sewing the path together.

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We cannot give up in the face of adversity.

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We cannot give up in the face of adversity.

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"There is no clock that brings back what has been lived, nor star that lights the way to what is not sought. Walk, even if it hurts. Because today you are stronger than yesterday, and younger than you will ever be again."

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Love is a faithful beacon during any storm.

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Love is a faithful beacon during any storm.

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🌊"Love"

Love is not control.

Love is a beacon burning in the fog.

Love does not hide behind fear.

Love does not dress carefully to deceive.

Love, when the storm rages,

Love stays, Love gets wet,

Love lights the lamp that guides the soul's steps.

Love does not extinguish dreams;

Love cradles them, Love accompanies them like the wind through the waves.

Love is not a cage, Love is a wing that opens in flight.

Love does not shout with fury to be heard;

Love whispers in silence to be heard.

Love does not punish the fall,

Love holds the fallen with hands of light.

Love does not demand submission,

Love only offers the company of its fire.

Love does not imprison, Love does not chain;

Love waits patiently, like the moon on earth.

Love is not control.

Love is a beacon,

Love is a light that never breaks,

Love is a river that flows through the stormy or calm night.

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The Hanging Gardens of Babylon: One of the seven wonders of the world. A fabled garden never explicitly found. Are they real or a myth? You tell me.

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As a creative, once an idea has struck there's very little holding you back from accomplishing it. I know there's this lingering question in the back of your mind screaming "How do I start?". Well I'm not going to say it's easy, but I can try to lead you in the right path.

Planning. The dreaded text. The blueprint of your work. I get it; we hate it. Why would I sit down, & take the time to plan when my mind is rushing a million miles an hour; my work just wants to pry it's way out of the alcove of my brain, & into the page. It an unnecessary extra step that only takes time away from my beautiful work. Yes, & no.

Planning is an extra step; I won't lie to you. It just might not be as unnecessary as you may think. Planning might be the perfect next step. I'm not saying everyone should be planning their art, or that you even need to plan. Everyone's creative process is different. Some individuals process flows never-ending like an expansive ocean. The tides come in & out; the art never drying up. Other's process is one of a sunny sky, & as soon as a storm makes it's way into view; the art takes a darker turn or none at all. Some people's process is one of a starry night; the night dictates the flow of the writing, & when the sun comes up your art hides away from the bright light.

Art is subjective to the individual. For people like me, your art takes the form of a dandelion. The fluffy white seeds clumped into a sweet little cotton ball forming your idea, but when the wind blows, the seeds are disrupted, & released into the non-conforming world. You rush after the them trying to get them back; there's only so far you can chase after them until they are lost to time. This is why it's beneficial for us to plan.

The second the dandelion grows, you get your art onto a page. You document each piece so that nothing can escape. You organize your art; allow it to branch out, & expand. Soon enough you'll notice you've detailed your plan, so when the wind finally blows... there's nothing to blow. You've planted those seeds in the ground, making sure they take root, & grow. When you revisit the site of your inspiration, you'll find a small garden awaiting water to fully blossom into the creative masterpiece you've imagined. Then you sit, taking care of the garden. You water it, & check the soil. You come back, & make sure to watch it grow. This way when inspiration strikes again, you'll find a field of dandelions, & a completed work.

Everyone is different. Everyone is unique. Everyone has the ability to be creative. Everyone can be an artist; as long as you chose it, put your mind to it, & finally allow yourself to fly. So what's stopping you from becoming who you want to be? A false narrative of perfection, or a fear of failure? Maybe you've let the dandelion drift away without seeing their potential. Your art doesn't need to be perfect, it doesn't even need to be good. As long as you want it, you can plant a garden & let your creativity run wild like the weeds.

Stop over-analyzing. Stop waiting for a sign. Just do it, & make use of your time.

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In art or writing, there always comes a process. A long, strenuous process, a relaxing, comforting process or sometimes even a intense, soul-searching quest to find what it is you're looking to create. At the end of the day, we all start off with a "process". For me, this journey inside my head has always been more like a river, constantly flowing, consistently spreading out into more canals and creating this big network of water reaching out to deeper and more complex systems. My art/writing process unlike some authors, has always been more dependent on my mental and emotional state. If dams and trees begin to block off that river, most of the systems and canals get blocked off, if there's too many sudden expansions of this system, it means it's completely isolated from the rest of the world. Overworking, overthinking, over-stressing will create a messy environment for this river, needless destruction and blocked off canals. A sunny blue skies, a fresh scent of spring turning into summer, the birds outside singing until their vocal chords get dry, are all a sign that this river is coming into fruition and soon to repair itself and all the blockage. My art/writing process needs a clean, effortless and relaxing environment to keep my ideas coming. Maybe not every author and artist can relate, sometimes we need a hardworking, full of effort environment to keep us going, and that's okay, not everyone is going to have the same process but that's the beauty in of itself.

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I'm going to write about strange food combinations.

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I'm going to write about strange food combinations.

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I want to write about some types of combination meals. I've had that idea for a long time and today I decided to share it here.

One of my food ideas is a tequeno, which the hot dogs make by splitting the tequeno in half and adding the sausage and all the ingredients.

Another idea I have that I'd like to try someday is pizza with Nutella. It's something invented by people who put Nutella on it instead of pasta sauce. It sounds delicious, but I have to try it.

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“Body of Wind”

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"Roots grow in my feet

when I walk aimlessly,

and the sky speaks to me in tongues

that I don't understand, but I feel.

I have loved the moon without touching it,

I have cried for birds that were not mine.

Time passes through me

like a river that doesn't ask questions.

I am earth, I am shadow, I am song,

and sometimes, just silence.

But if you look at me without fear,

you will see that I am also your reflection."

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If you're a person who loves food just like me, or should I say, a person who loves pizza, burgers and milkshakes like how I do, then you'll probably like these three places that I'm going to be recommending.

The first, place I'm recommending is a pizza place called Eleventh Street Pizza. Now this pizza place isn't like any pizza place you've been to, because the pizza is just unlike anything pizza you've ever tried or even imagined before. From the sauce to the cheese to bread, this whole pizza taste and creation is just out of this world, the sauce is so good and sweet, the cheese is the most incredible cheese you'll ever taste, it's so good and cheesy, and them the bread just brings the whole thing together. If you wanna try some good pizza, then head to Eleventh Street Pizza in either Downtown Miami or in Pinecrest.

The next place I'm recommending is a burger place called Five Guys. And while there's a ton of these places and most of you guys have probably tried a burger from here, I just can't go on without talking about how good these burgers actually are! Just patty of the burger alone is already so good, but then you add some vegetables, the buns, and last but not least, those awesome sauces, and you've got one heck of a creation! The patty is so good and tender and juicy, the buns are so smooth and fluffy and perfect, and those vegetables are so good and juicy and fresh and tasty, and the sauce just completes it all with it's incredible taste and flavor. So if looking to try a good burger, then head down to a local Five Guys today!

The last but very not least place I'm going to be recommending to you guys is actually not a food place, it's actually a dessert place called Wal's Ice Cream. This place is one of the coolest if not, maybe even the coolest place to grab a dessert at! This place has incredible ice cream and milkshakes to choose from, and you can literally get any ice cream flavor as a milkshake too! And these milkshakes are without a doubt my favorite milkshakes ever, because these milkshakes and handcrafted and made right in front of you, and they're also so good and creamy and flavorful. And the ice cream is so good and delicious and creamy and flavorful too. And not only do they have sweet treats, they even have sweet outdoor games too! Yes, you heard, this place even has cool outdoor games for you and your friends and your family too, with many fun game options to choose from, so while you're getting and eating a sweet treat, you can be playing some fun outdoor games too!

So if you're looking and searching for some cool and fun and good places to eat and have fun at, then grab a slice of pizza at Eleventh Street Pizza, or good a really good burger at Five Guys, or if you're looking for a really good sweet treat and maybe even more fun, then head down to Wal's Ice Cream in Pinecrest. Let me know how you enjoy these three different places I've recommended to you guys today. And to be honest, I don't care which is your favorite of all three places, because they're all my favorite! Thanks for reading!

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The familiarity of a loved one's cooking. 

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The familiarity of a loved one's cooking. 

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That feeling you get when you come home and what meets you there is your mother, your grandmother, whoever it may be preparing your favorite food, or maybe just any dish, that feeling can only be described as "happiness".

Everyone has had that feeling at least once, that one dish greeting you after a long day of school or work bringing a smile to your face, in this article I want to share mine, my dishes that gave me that feeling.

I want to start with my number one favorite, Spaghetti, or just any type of Pasta. Pasta has been that special dish to me for years, what makes it special for me is the simplicity yet versatility it brings, there's many ways to cook Pasta, the usual ground beef and tomato sauce Pasta, Chicken Alfredo or Shrimp Alfredo, and each way feels different from one another. The usual Pasta + Ground beef and tomato sauce is simple, easy to make, and its taste that type of taste that you hardly get bored of. Chicken Alfredo and Shrimp Alfredo are mostly opposite to the former, it's a dish that you only get once in a while, it has a more literal sense of a "special" food, it's elegant in presentation and it is harder to make, but the taste of it is something that stays embedded in your mind for a while, the type of taste that once you have it you want to get more of, it is indeed a delicacy.

Fried rice and chicken, this is, without a doubt, THE dish, and what I believe makes it special is that sense of familiarity it gives, it is a dish that could remind you of anyone, your mom, your aunt, your grandma, your dad, any member in your family, and the simplicity of the dish helps out with that feeling, when you're with your family the feeling you get is a sense of peace, a sense of belonging, for most people at least, those are the same feelings eating rice and fried chicken give, peace, belonging, familiarity, can almost be catalogued as soothing, ok maybe not belonging but you get it... it is a dish that everyone can make, everyone can enjoy, and mostly it is a dish that has a connection to everyone, and that's what makes it special, that sense of familiarity and that sense of connection.

The foods I listed here are mostly pretty simple and foods that everyone has had at least once, but it doesn't necessarily have to be simple dishes or everyday foods for you, it can be more complex dishes or just about... anything! Your favorite food can be anything, what makes it special to you can be anything, just make sure to enjoy it, enjoy every time that you get home and you feel that sense of connection, that sense of familiarity and peace when your mother prepares you your favorite food, it is one of the best feelings one can experience.