NICOARTEACHER... TEARING DOWN THE WALL IS POSSIBLE. SAPERE AUDE
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
TIME FOR OUTRAGE!!
Watch this video about Estèphene Hessel and his brief blockbuster plea on behalf of a peaceful resistance of the youth to such an unfair wolrdwide status quo.
The book hardly has 30 pages and in the Spanish version has been prologued by the wise professor José Luis Sampedro, one of our most lucid minds and an expert in economics who, by the way, is 93 y.o. Just as Hessel.
The book hardly has 30 pages and in the Spanish version has been prologued by the wise professor José Luis Sampedro, one of our most lucid minds and an expert in economics who, by the way, is 93 y.o. Just as Hessel.
Friday, April 1, 2011
The trial (The Wall - Pink Floyd)
Good morning,
Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner
who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed
showing feelings
Showing feelings
of an almost human nature;
Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner
who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed
showing feelings
Showing feelings
of an almost human nature;
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said
he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me
have my way I could
Have flayed him
into shape.
But my hands
were tied,
The bleeding hearts
and artists
Let him get away
with murder.
Let me hammer
him today?
Crazy,
Toys in the attic
I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken
my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic
he is crazy.
You little shit
you're in it now,
I hope they throw
away the key.
You should have talked
to me more often
Than you did, but no!
You had to go
Your own way,
have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes,
Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.
Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby,
let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever
have to leave me?
Worm, your honor,
let me take him home.
Crazy,
Over the rainbow,
I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been
a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow,
he is crazy.
The evidence
before the court is
Incontrivertable,
there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penaltie of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite
wife and mother,
Fills me with
the urge to defecate!
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said
he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me
have my way I could
Have flayed him
into shape.
But my hands
were tied,
The bleeding hearts
and artists
Let him get away
with murder.
Let me hammer
him today?
Crazy,
Toys in the attic
I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken
my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic
he is crazy.
You little shit
you're in it now,
I hope they throw
away the key.
You should have talked
to me more often
Than you did, but no!
You had to go
Your own way,
have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes,
Worm your honor,
Him and Me, alone.
Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby,
let me hold you
In my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever
have to leave me?
Worm, your honor,
let me take him home.
Crazy,
Over the rainbow,
I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been
a door there in the wall
When I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow,
he is crazy.
The evidence
before the court is
Incontrivertable,
there's no need for
The jury to retire.
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penaltie of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite
wife and mother,
Fills me with
the urge to defecate!
"Hey Judge! Shit on him!"
Since, my friend,
you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be
exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!
you have revealed your
Deepest fear,
I sentence you to be
exposed before
Your peers.
Tear down the wall!
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Parábola
Once upon a time there was a teacher who realized he was just another brick in the wall.
Consequently, he decided to give in, to give up. He decided to commit social suicide and selling everithing to study and becoming a male-nurse. This way he could leave everything behind and devote his life to something really important: to make his children to be proud of him, to devote his life to help the others and tell almost averyone to go to the very hell.
Érase de un marinero
que hizo un jardín junto al mar
y se metió a jardinero.
Estaba el jardín en flor
y el marinero se fué
por esos mares de Dios
Consequently, he decided to give in, to give up. He decided to commit social suicide and selling everithing to study and becoming a male-nurse. This way he could leave everything behind and devote his life to something really important: to make his children to be proud of him, to devote his life to help the others and tell almost averyone to go to the very hell.
Érase de un marinero
que hizo un jardín junto al mar
y se metió a jardinero.
Estaba el jardín en flor
y el marinero se fué
por esos mares de Dios
Monday, March 28, 2011
Cara al sol
I want to dedicate this song to all these students who attend classes just to gather their friends and not to do the slightest effort. For those who are conscientious-objector students. For these who don't listen not even a single word when the teacher is trying to talk. Don't worry, the song is in Spanish, so you don't need to make an effort. Chill out and then to watch telly, as ever (there's a new program about practical jokes). Please, do not dare to use your brand new brain! Maybe you could suffer for stress!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbF8t7raEHE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbF8t7raEHE
Sprezzatura (an Italian word originating from Baldassare Castiglione’s The Book of the Courtier)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sprezzatura
An artist should show this kind of indifference to be considered actually good, because it infers that he/she does his/her works effortlessly.
Do you agree?
An artist should show this kind of indifference to be considered actually good, because it infers that he/she does his/her works effortlessly.
Do you agree?
Bertolt Brecht (a German playwright)
"What kind of times are these, when a conversation about trees is almost a crime, becuuse it implies silence about so many horrors?"
Friday, March 25, 2011
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Hi everyone!
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YOU are the future.
"Even If I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." — Martin Luther King Jr.
This is the momment to brag... forget shyness and SHOW OFF !!!
I don't need to tell you that you can upload, show, ask, answer, complaint, collaborate... whatever you want. The only conditions are 2:
1.- Respect to everyone.
2.- Properness.
YOU are the future.
"Even If I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree." — Martin Luther King Jr.
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