Assigments

You don't Know how I feel

it is not what you think.

In this world you,d better kill

When your body wants honey or milk.

Here nothing is pleasant or makes sense

Because they steal your inocence.

Please, come and hold my hand

I must be strong but sometimes I can't.

You don't Know how I feel

But unfortunetely this is real.

Sometimes my wrist calls a knife

Because I don't want to live this awful life.

Created by Catalina Rodriguez Carranza

ALAJUELA CENTRAL MARKET

Alajuela’s central Market it is an old building, located just in the heart of Alajuela downtown; when you are near there the mystic fragrance of coffee invites you to come in. Once you are there you can be easily wrapped in a magical world of color, smells and sounds. When you go through the stands, the sweet aroma of chamomile and eucalyptus captivates your senses, and for a second you travel backwards to your grandmother garden. The sound of the pressure cooker in the little dinners announce the early preparation of “Today’s special dish”, and from some of them scape a delicious smell of fresh beans. Walking through the aisles you can observe colorful typical dresses hanging everywhere, hats, handkerchiefs, shoes, and leather articles. Everything is found there, from a pet to a Cuckoo clock, from your bicycle spare part to your engagement ring, it is like a mini Mall with very cheap prices and a variety of products. People there are very kind and gentle; everyone asks you if you need something or if they can help you with something. The typical “piropos” or flatteries like “Reina” “belleza” or “preciosa” are always used by men to catch the ladies attention and it really works! If fact they make you feel like the big cheese. With any doubt if you feel depressed or sad, waking around Alajuela´s Central Market will help you raise your spirits up.

Created by Yandri Rojas 

His new muse

His new muse

I lived with my parents in a little village in France, but when I was fourteen years old my mother carried me to elegant house in Paris,. I knew that I will become in a servant in that house, but for a girl in my position was the   best option that I had. When I started to live and work in that house I never hope to find love or passion , but my life maybe had to be different that others.

I remember that day, I was in the room with my master I lived in this house for six horrible year   ,but  that morning was different my master was writing a letter; all the people in the house was waiting that  letter I knew that was something about the crown, but my mind was in other place.

Suddenly. I saw him with his black hair and his blue suit , my mind only remember the first time that I knew him that night in October in the middle of the rain. I never saw him before in the house, but all the servants  grasped  we didn´t have to bother him .I heard he was a famous painting in all France but his inspirations one day only disappeared   ; this situation was very difficult for him.

However nobody in the house didn`t know one girl visited him every night   maybe it was the reason why he went out to the house that morning, maybe was  the reason why he started painting again. I believed   , he found his new muse, his inspirations and passions, but I only thought in one thing, I had to visited him again that night. 

Created by Margarita Rodriguez









Saturn Devouring His Son

 

Cronus fears to loose his reign
He murders his own son
So that the child does not take his place
He tears his body with the strong tusks. 

The child in agony and full of pain
Screams until his soul is done
And blood dripping from his dad’s lips
Shows he was doing something wrong. 

Fear in his face and cruelty in his min
Will bring him forever guilt
And he will never live in peace in his life
Because he has taken the spirit of this kid. 

The son has vanished
And Cronus will not loose his reign
Wrapped in himself he was driven insane
He will pay for his acts and die in pain

Created by Juan Quesada