Spanish Lessons
Romantic languages hold the greatest history in my life.
Born into a French speaking home, English remained quite unknown.
In primary school the teachers insisted that French be left home.
Secondary school brought the language of ancient Rome.
French and Latin provided a vocabulary of such richness,
That I found I could think in emotions and speak in images.
Used in everyday conversation produced interesting visages
On the faces of the audience not prepared for linguistic pillages.
Spanish would be a romantic trifecta, and would be of most use.
Latin has continually lost favor since the time of St. Jerome
French while of some use, for me, has not been spoken since home.
This line is of no use, ‘cept I need a rhyme, for example, chrome.
Te amo con todo mi corazón* spoken in a soft lover’s whisper
Provides Spanish a romantic richness and a sensual tone
Warmth and love deep enough to call it my own.
But why take classes at this time in my life?
Tengo que tomar esta clase en este tiempo para ser capaz de apretar dos para muchos de los mensajes telefónicos**
* I love you with all my heart
** I need to take this class at this time to be able to press two for many of the phone messages
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My Own Language
it is not as sweet as English
neither romantic as French
neither lyrical like Spanish
nor authoritative as Greek
nor mystical as Latin
nor progressive as Chinese
nor deep as German nor
friendly as Thai and
neighborly as Bahasa
but my own language
lies inside my heart and so
lovely still that i speak it
as musical as the language of my soul
as lyrical as the movement of my body
as heavenly as my God that speaks to me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Language Of Love
Excusez-moi, my pretty mademoiselle,
You are a french girl its easy to tell,
Me, I dont smoke not even a french cigarette,
But I love my pomme de terre,
And always croquette,
I am from angleterre and you are from france,
And you will honour me by having a dance.
Chorus:
Straight away!
Im getting ready for a new sensation,
Never kissed them in another nation,
Internationally Im in clover,
I was a native on the boat ride over,
Straight away!
Im getting ready for my new vocation,
I am the man who will unite the nations,
Ooh la la/how you say it/ca va-this is love,
La la la la la la la language of love.
La la la la la la la language of love.
La la la la la la la language of love.
Weve been together now for more than a day,
And I am waiting to hear what you say,
Come on, come on, I think youre telling me lies,
You are italian, I can tell by your eyes,
I love chianti and I hope youll agree,
That zefferelli makes the movies for me
Chorus repeated.
Instrumental
I try my french, latin, spanish and greek,
This is the language of love that I speak,
I never know if theyre from paris or rome,
We stop the talking when Im walking them home,
One little kiss and then heavens above,
This is the universal language of love.
Straight away!
Are you ready for a new sensation,
Im gonna kiss a girl from every nation,
(rest of chorus as before).
This is love-the language of love.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I never had to learn English, French and German because I was brought up as all three languages. I had a private French teacher before I even went to school. That helped a lot.
quote by Karl Lagerfeld
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dmelo
Qu tengo que hacer para tener
En mi labios esos tus labiecitos bonitos
Qu te tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Qu tengo que hacer para tener
En mis manos ese tu cuerpecito bonito
Qu tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambin
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Qu tengo que hacer para sentir
Entre mis piernas el roce de tus piernas divinas
Qu tengo que hacer para sentir
De tu olor un poquito
Qu tengo que hacer para llegar
Hasta la magia que ocultas en tu selva divina
Qu tengo que hacer para llegar
A mi lugar favorito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambin
Esta noche a m i me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Hola que tal nena como estas
Me llamo Juan tu
De donde eres donde vives
Trabajas o estudias
Viniste sola o viniste con tu novio
Ah que no no tienes novio
Ah que bien eso me suena a mi mucho mejor
Porque no vamos entonces a bailar
Perdn mejor debo decir primero que quieres tomar?
song performed by by Juanes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This is America: Better know English
America was once the magnificent place
Where all immigrants wanted to escape
So they illegally come here, as illegal aliens
Hiding in the back of our American vans
Now our schools and jobs require multiple languages
When we’re the Americans, we’re supposed to speak English!
And we do and just because they don’t
Doesn’t mean their language is a demand we should know
Don’t come to America if you don’t know the language
I’m just being realistic, I’m not being racist
Don’t put up store signs if they’re not readable
You’re in America; English is the main language you should know
Then they’re pissed because people won’t help out their business
But their forgetting us Americans don’t speak their language
We don’t go to Mexico demanding English classes
So why should they own the right to demand us Spanish?
I love the language, and everything BUT
THIS IS AMERICA look our history up!
Then tell me if French should be required
Where in the hell in the time line is that desired?
I know this is the land of opportunity, land of the free
But we should be able to communicate as human beings
And if that’s just too hard no one said they had to stay here
They can go back where they came from and speak in harmony there
I’m just a full blood American, as so the rest of my family
And like others, our language should be the first they’re demanding
We're tired of going to our fastfood restaurants to eat
When the orderer of our order can't even speak
And buyers, don't buy our house
If you can't even pronounce our street out
I'm tired of security going through all our private equipment
I'm an American, Bitch, do I look like a terrorist?
Honestly, you can come here if you want to be
Since this is the best place of opportunity
And we don’t care if you speak 20 different languages and love them
But this is AMERICA, ENGLISH better be one of them!
poem by Sugar Bear
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Damelo
Que tengo hacer para tener
En mis labios esos tus labecitos bonitos
Que tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
En mis manos ese tu cuerpecito bonito
Que tengo que hacer para tener
De tu sabor un poquito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Que tengo hacer para sentir
Entre mis piernas el roce de tus piernas divinas
Que tengo que hacer para sentir
De tu olor un poquito
Que tengo hacer para llegar
Hasta la magia que ocultas en tu selva divina
Que tengo hacer para llegar
A mi lugar favorito
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Hola que tal nena como estas? Me llamo Juan y tu?
De donde eres donde vives trabajas o estudias
Viniste sola o viniste con tu novio?
Ah que no no tienes novio?
Ah que bien eso me suena a mucho mejor
Porque no vamos entonces a bailar
Perdon mejor debo decir primero que quieres tomar?
Esta noche yo te quiero conocer
Y estoy seguro de que tu tambien
Esta noche a mi me quieres conocer
Asi que ya no hay tiempo que perder
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
---guitar solo---
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Uh oh oh oh Uh oh oh oh
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Tu ya sabes lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Mira nena soy sincero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Sin excusas ni rodeos
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
Eso es todo lo que quiero
Damelo damelo dame lo que quiero
song performed by by Juanes
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Horny High School Musical I or An Adolescent Male's Disneyland in Brooklyn
Something must be in the water in Brooklyn, New York City,
Maybe an aphrodisiac or some other thing.
This occurred the other day, as I perused the internet and came across this ditty.
The teachers involved were linguists that taught French and Spanish.
Cindy Mauro,33 and Alini Brito,29, respectively.
They were caught nude in classroom of Hornydog, uh- correction,
make that, James Madison High School, -by a janitor.
Did he clap and cheer?
Anyway, the two were later sent off a kind of adult detention,
Called a 'rubber room', no pun intended the sexual innuendos just keep happening,
They are on par,
As Tiger Woods' score card.
Anyway, the two were found disrobing as students, in another room,
- watched a talent show.
They were in the process of 'speaking the international language of love' so to speak,
When the janitor had a peek.
Anyway, in the same school it is alleged, that social science teacher,
Allison Musacchio,31,
Has been 'sexting' a former male student with inappropriate text.
Did I grow up in wrong time or what?
The musicals I was in involved with was produced by Felician nuns.
And my Latin teacher was Sr. Mary Yolanda, albeit she was an Octogenarian.
Golly gee!
St. Florian High School was not the same as James Madison High School;
- what would happen next?
Did Miley Cyrus or the Jonas' brothers have this type of school?
Did Jamie Lynn Spears flunk out with Zoey 101?
Pity the high school fool!
12-12-09
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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Para Tu Amor
Para tu amor lo tengo todo
Desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser
Y para tu amor que es mi tesoro
Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
Y tengo tambien un corazon que se muere por dar amor
Y que no conoce el fin un corazon que late por vos
Para tu amor no hay despedidas
Para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad
Y para tu amor que me ilumina
Tengo una luna un arco iris y un clavel
Y tengo tambien un corazon que se muere por dar amor
Y que no conoce el fin un corazon que late por vos
Por eso yo te quiero tanto que no se como explicar lo que siento
Yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor y no hay dudas
Yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazon te venero
Hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor por existir
Para tu amor lo tengo todo
Lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo tambien
Lo conseguire
Para tu amor que es mi tesoro
Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
Y tengo tambien un corazon que se muere por dar amor
Y que no conoce el fin un corazon que late por vos
Por eso yo te quiero tanto que no se como explicar lo que siento
Yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor y no hay dudas
Yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazon te venero
Hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor
song performed by by Juanes
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A New Pilgrimage: Sonnet VIII
I will sit down awhile in dalliance
With my dead life, and dream that it is young.
My earliest memories have their home in France,
The chestnut woods of Bearn and streams among,
Where first I learned to stammer the French tongue.
Fair ancient France. No railroad insolence
Had mixed her peoples then, and still men clung
Each to his ways, and viewed the world askance.
We, too, as exiles from our northern shore,
Surveyed things sparsely; and my own child's scorn
Remained, how long, a rebel to all lore
Save its lost English, nor was quite o'erborne
Till, as I swore I'd speak no French frog's word,
I swore in French, and so laid down my sword.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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I am a guest of the French language. My poems in French are born of my interaction with the French language, which is not the same as that of a French poet.
quote by Tahar Ben Jelloun
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Infinitive of Rire
After conjugating verbs in French class
seeking the infinitive of rire, nous riions,
but we did not laugh because we watched
a French film noire
A romantic series of pictures ending with a
lover telling his girlfriend never come back,
ne reviens pas - that is why I love you so
much, you are always loving
I feel safe with you, my youth was without
certainty and you arrived like a ship in a
storm, today I trust more people than ever
before and you taught me this
Thank you for the discipline you brought into
my bohemian existence so that I always feel
safe in an ever-changing world
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Two cows deconstruct Derrida
These two cows were ruminating
and one says, I was listening
to the milkmaid’s transistor
and this French philosopher
was explaining that there’s
no English translation of the French word
‘betise’ except ‘stupidity’ but
‘stupidity’ only refers to man
where the French ‘betise’ means
to behave like an animal…
and the other cow says
well what’s wrong with that
and the first cow says
well his point is, English cows
can’t be stupid; only man
can be stupid..
and the other cow says
well that’s a relief then
so does that mean that French cows
can be stupid
and the first cow says
no because they don’t have a word for it
in French
so the other cow says
so then is it better to be
an English cow
that can’t be stupid
or a French cow
that can’t be called stupid
and the first cow says
who cares, I’ve always said
the French ruminate too much
and then talk bullshit…
and the other cow says
I’m glad I’m a Jersey
what about that French milkmaid
I call sexyhands but
the farmer sometimes calls
a silly cow I wonder what
Derrida would say about that
poem by Michael Shepherd
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French, The Language Of Love
French, the Language of Love.
Darling, speak French to me when we make love, wicked words
I don’t understand, but have a whispering meaning of delight.
I stand before you with salutial erection, a soldier of love ready
to sacrifice myself for your subterranean pleasure.
Your wishes have to be expressed in French or the steed’s chase
will not react with proper force, It will think it’s time to go back
into the stable, hanging about, wondering what went wrong.
At the subway in Paris I was in the way of a woman who wanted
to exit, she swore at me, thinking it were words of love, I kissed
her and was arrested. But released, though when they understood
I was a foreigner, lost in the baffling ways of the French idiom.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Air Fizzles
Oh joy, rejoice, oh sing my soul, tomorrow
a French class with Marali in charge, her
personality bright, she shines like a star
her enthusiasm for life infectious, she is
the essence of inspiration and conveys a
sense of wonder about the language she
teaches, the air fizzles while she is around
her excitement knows no bounds - firing
my imagination and leaving enough space
in which I can wonder and enjoy- I might
be slow in class, talking with difficulty
Drilling in basic grammar and analysing
language structure, I hope we shall follow
the rhythm of the language as it rises and
falls, the melody therein, every sentence
ending on a rising curve, indicative of the
questioning French soul, the deep mistrust
of benevolence infecting the typical French
mood setting the tone for their complaints
Oh joyous life, I am so glad that something
good is coming my way!
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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If French Fries Were Fat Free
Will I need a miss of my life
Each time I went left, I should've gone right
And love's no exception to this rule
Cause I turned around I lost you
Now I'm feeling lonesome and blue
Just the way I expect to
But there's something that I could use
To help me deal with this abuse
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
You know the more I think about you
The more sense it makes
Cause grease and love both cause heartache
So I raise my glass and toast
These things I want the most
Though I probably never see
I can't help but believing
That if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
What a wonderful world this would be
If the whiskey really helped me
Forget your memory
I'd wear a smile endlessly
If French fries were fat free
And you still love me
Oh if French fries were fat free
And you still love me
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Touch Of Class
oh well, i hear you
speak english to your dogs
spanish to the maids
and french to your business partners
on the phone,
you write your poems in german
your essays in portuguese
your menu posted on the ref in italian
cultured, educated, that is you
with a touch of class
but for one thing
now that you have fallen
drowning in the sea
oh gosh, you do not even
know how to swim!
let your language save you then.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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School Just School
School we need it
school, friends
school you have teachers
school is great
high school is even better
college, PARITES
school you mite find your true love
new experiences everyday
school, dances
school just school
school who dose not love it
school is fun
school, preps
school, classes
school, math, science, computer classes
school is great love it
school just school
we need school
poem by Kerri King
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Christian
Of your soft love in the soft rain,
Of your soft romantic hands in the long train,
For i am not dead but alive on this love.
I live in Serbia and i like what you've been doing for me,
And i will love you always till the sun is out of light!
For, this love is the way to my country.
I will sing for you with a soft voice when you are with me,
And i will be around always for your love;
For your soft touch on me is like the way to my home.
I have to find myself on this love,
I have to lead you on this tracks to my home;
For your romantic hands need my naked body.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Latin Girls
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira mira mira mira....
Mira mira yo quiero
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, Latin girls
Latin girls, What's happenin' girls?
What's happenin' girl? What's happenin?
I like Latin dem Latin women (I do)
And they love me cause I'm that man
With cocoa nuts and chocolate skin
I'm that mocha masculine
Feminines that are Latin call ya friends
And call your cousins cause I know you got dozens of them
Marias, Elizabeths, Sonyas and Blancas
When I see ya you can get boned if ya wanta
Yo quiero en I'm sincero
If you never had an ichi let me be your primero
We can hit the channel we can dance the bolero
Have a shopping spree and you can spend my dinero
But...
I wish you was more like JLo
(my love don't cost) Cause love don't cost a thing
So why don't you let this king love the queen of Argentin
Girl you know I know you know what I mean
Cause I like them'
Cuban girls, Cuban girls, I like em'
Puerto Rican girls, Puerto Rican girls, yo quiero'
Mexican girls, Mexican girls, yo quiero'
Spanish girls, Spanish girls, I like em'
Girls, Girls, Latin girls'
Latin girls, Latin girls'
You makin me hot girl!
What's happnin' girl? What's happnin? (oh!)
Que un da
Que quieres con mi
Mira muchacha esta es para ti
Latina chicana por mi
Mas finas me gusta me a si
Mira ah, mira ah, mira ah, mami
Esperate, esperate, esperate aqui
We could connect
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Battle of the Herrings
A fishing action
North of France
1429 took place
Cause of battle
French vs. English
Anticipation/baited breath
River – flat plain
Set up strategy
Hook/line/sinker
British attacked first
French were slow
English bombarded fish
French did not
want to get
their shoes wet
Were most certain
outflanked by British
French counter attacked
Used Brie instead
of slippery worms
Won the fishing
competition – yelled Viva’
la fishermen French
“What was that”?
asked the English
“What’s the matter
with you cockneys
Hard of Herring? ”
'2008'
poem by Robert Sheridan
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