terça-feira, 3 de novembro de 2009

Fire And Ice (Robert Frost)

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Dreams (Edgar Allan Poe)

Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awak'ning, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow.
‘Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be — that dream eternally
Continuing — as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood — should it thus be giv'n
‘Twere folly still to hope for higher Heav'n.
For I have revell'd when the sun was bright
In the summer sky, in dreams of living light.
And loveliness, — have left my very heart
Inclines of mine imaginary [[In climes of my imaginings]] apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought — what more could I have seen?
‘Twas once — and only once — and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass — some pow'r
Or spell had bound me — 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit — or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly — or the stars — howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind — let it pass.
I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy — and I love the theme :
Dreams ! in their vivid colouring of life
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love — and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.

segunda-feira, 2 de novembro de 2009

A letter to my dear Lord

Dear God,
I would like to say that I am glad to have this opportunity to work here in this dimension.
I have learned lots of thing, nevertheless I know I have to learn much more.
The more I learn, the more I can see that I am too little.
Thanks for giving me my family and my friends, after all we are all in the same ship.
Thanks for teaching me how to analyze the world.
Please, give me strength, because sometimes the road gets difficult. Help my family (and friends) too. Guide our actions and keep us away from the sin.
As sinner, we are weak. We need your help.
I know you are inside me and everywhere. I can not describe you through words, I can only feel you.
So let me feel you!

(By Matheus P.)

sexta-feira, 30 de outubro de 2009


This study aims at analyzing how the frequent evaluative discourse of the teacher subject

affects the constitution of the student’s identity, taking into account that the latter

builds up his/her identity through the eyes of the other or others. In order to do so, it’s

necessary to track down the threads which weave the teacher’s talking, by paying attention

to the interdiscursive relation responsible for building up effects of truth within this talking.

The current research is based on the interface among the French Theory of Discourse

Analysis, some Psychoanalysis concepts and Deconstructionist reflections. The corpus of

this study was collected in a private Binational Center, during different situations and

contexts. The analysis of the discursive events unveiled the heterogeneity of subjects and

discourses, allowing a better understanding of the identity constitution of the subject

involved in the process of teaching and learning a second language, specially the student’s

identity through his/her representations and identification with the discourse of the other

(teacher). Through the evaluative discourse, the teacher’s look toward the students

functions as a constant judgment. The formal assessment or test ends up working as a

legitimate sentence of the teacher’s discourse, which anticipates the success or failure of the

student toward the process in which he/she is involved. As a result, the apprentice-subject

incorporates the teacher’s talking by identifying himself/herself with such talking and

assuming the images sent by the eyes of the subject who is supposed to know everything.

Moreover, the utterances formulated by English learners and teachers exposed the

contradiction between what the subject is and what he/she should become, according to

some patterns considered as ideal.

Key-words: 1. Teaching-Learning; 2.English language; 3. Interdiscourse; 4. Identity; 5. Discourse


Author: Cavallari, Juliana Santana

Tittle:O discurso avaliador do sujeito-professor na constituição do sujeito-aluno


domingo, 6 de setembro de 2009

Untrue wolves

I can see many wolves in disguise
It seems they can cheer you up
But indeed they want you to cry

They only show us their dark side
Instead of giving us the bright light
Be brave and keep the knot tight
They are always ready to fight

So let us do the opposite
We can break their beliefs
When we show them peace
And our soul we will relieve

Beware of this kind of people
Their sins are unbelievable
They are always ready to fight
So we have to be the same size

Though they tell us the lie
I can see the truth in their eyes
Evade the wolves in disguise

(A poem by Matheus P.)

quinta-feira, 3 de setembro de 2009

Blowin' in the wind (Song)

How many roads must a man walk down,
Before you call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail,
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes and how many times must cannonballs fly,
Before they're forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

Yes and how many years can a mountain exist,
Before it's washed to the seas (sea)
Yes and how many years can some people exist,
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes and how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretend that he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes and how many times must a man look up,
Before he can see the sky?
Yes and how many ears must one man have,
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes and how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind

(By Bob Dylan)

domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009

Magic blue eyes

Complaining about his life, the young man Mark was sitting in the couch of his house, looking outside and sighing. Suddenly he heard the bell ringing. “Unfortunately, he had visitors”, he thought. His mother answered the door; the visitors were the couple Gya and Charlie. They brought a beautiful girl together with them, the lovely Cindy. This young lady had the most beautiful eyes that Mark has ever seen. They were blue and splendid. Mark fell in love with this girl at first sight.

It was almost dinner time, so they all went to the kitchen and waited to be served. The young man, who was really depressed, started to look at Cindy’s eyes non-stop. His body started to shiver and he was really hot. Suddenly he penetrated into Cindy’s eye, traveling in an amazing trip. It was really unbelievable, there is not an explanation to describe this voyage. Cindy’s eye attracted him to a strange place, through this crazy enchantment. During the trip, he fainted. Mark woke up one day later.

Mark got up in a strange spot. He noticed this place was chaotic and insane. The time in this dimension passed three thousand and sixty hundred times (3600) faster than in the earth. The sun rotated too fast, so He couldn’t see the night. Creatures were born and died almost at the same time. Mark couldn’t talk to anyone, because he couldn’t follow the velocity of this dimension. People move too fast and he was getting older and older. Mark was very tormented, considering that he has never seen anything like that. Actually, he couldn’t do anything, but watching his old age coming. After seven days in this inexplicable spot, he died.

He woke up when his mother was calling him at the table. It was dinner time. His mother was worried and she asked him what happened. He was asleep. The trip only took 2 minutes in reality. Everybody was staring at him. He couldn’t explain anything, he was really terrified. So they forget it and started to eat, since they all were friends and they wanted to talk about their lives.

After the dinner, Mark called Cindy to talk in private. He really wanted to tell her what happened. So Mark said:

- Cindy, I would like to say…

Cindy interrupted him:

- I know what happened to you.

Frightened, Mark asked:

- Do you really know what happened? But…

Cindy interrupted him again:

- Yes I know. I just wanted to show you, through this enchantment, how valuable is the time. We can not waste our time, because it is really precious.

Mark said:

- But……..

Cindy conclude:

- No buts, Mark. Don’t waste your time. Just kiss me!

(A tale by Matheus P.)

terça-feira, 25 de agosto de 2009

Merciless world

Today it is cloudy
This is a cold world
Do not speak it aloud
We are facing war

What is my mistake?
This place is full of sin
I can not see your face
But I still keep my self esteem

President after president
human actions are all the same
And this is an evidence
a terrible hurricane

We are blind
our thought is like a mist
the wrath is our sign
you attack me with your fist

We need each other
It is time to realize
you are my brother
the peace will be our prize

(A poem by Matheus P.)

domingo, 23 de agosto de 2009

Forever Young

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

Bob Dylan

Green love (poem)

Through this verse I'd like to say
I love her, she's so great.
When I met her I was afraid,
My heart beat fast because of her face.

Oh my love is so insane
How I like you Mary Jane.
It was always all the same
So you came and took my pain

You took me to the place of imagination
I was so high, feeling this new sensation
And now I'm trapped in this poetic station

The countdown to see you has begun
It must happen before the sun
So, lady, get prepared because here I come.

By Matheus P.