LOVE conquers all things ...

"Love conquers all things; let us give way to love."

Author: Virgil

12 ... POEM FOR MY HEART STOP YOUR CHEST ...

For my heart just your chest,

enough for your freedom my wings.

From my mouth will come to heaven

I was sleeping above your soul.

It is you the illusion of each day.

You're like dew to the corolla.

You undermine the horizon with your absence.

Eternally on the run like a wave.

I have said that you sang in the wind

like the pines and like the masts.

Like them you are tall and taciturn.

And you suddenly get sad like a journey.

Welcoming as an old road.

You're full of echoes and nostalgic voices.

I woke up and sometimes migrate and flee

birds sleeping in your soul.

Author of the poem: Pablo Neruda

HANDS

Ay your hands full of roses! They are purer

your hands roses. And among white sheets

arise as well as pieces of stars,

it dawns butterfly wings, which silks candid.

Can you dropped from the moon? ¿toyed

a heavenly spring? Are they souls?

... They bum lilies otherworldly splendor;

dazzle what they dream, what they sing cool.

My forehead serene, like a sky late,

when you, like your hands, between the clouds litter;

if the kiss, purple grilled my mouth

pales its whiteness stone water.

Your hands in his sleep! Cross, doves

white fire, my bad nightmares,

and Aurora, me open, such as light from you,

the soft light of the East Silver.

Author of the poem: Juan Ramon Jimenez

I SAY GOODBYE, LOVE

I say goodbye, love, and I'm not sad.

Thank you, my love, so now you have given me,

one slow and prolonged kiss

pain that was truncated when you left.

Knew not understand, did not understand

it was a final, desperate love,

and tried to tear on your side

Hard heart when you hurt me.

I cried so much that day I do not want

think the same suffering I hope

every time in your life reappears

that love that you deny lights.

Your light is it when my light decreases,

you just love when my love declines.

Author of the poem: Rafael Alberti

POEM 15 ... I like you calm ...

I like you calm because you are absent,

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.

It seems that your eyes had flown

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul

you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.

Butterfly dream, you look like my soul,

and you look like the word melancholy.

I like you calm and you seem far away.

And you are a moaning, a butterfly cooing.

And you hear me from far away and my voice does not reach:

Let me come with your silence.

Let me talk to you with your silence

clear as a lamp, simple as a ring.

You are like the night stillness and constellations.

Your silence is from the stars, so far and simple.

I like you calm because you are absent.

Distant and painful as if you had died.

One word then, one smile, is enough.

And I am happy, happy that it is not true

Author of the poem: Pablo Neruda

To think is to have you

How can you let me think!

I think you do not do it alone,.

Think of you is have you,

as the naked body before kissing,

all before me delivered.

I feel how you see my memory,

how you give up thinking burning,

your great consent in the distance,

and more than consent, rather than surrender,

you help me, you come after me and you teach

you memories foreshortened make me sign

with delight, live, past,

inviting me.

You tell me from there

to do what I want

-unirnos- to pensarte,

and we walked through the kiss you open me,

and we think of you, both, myself.

Author of the poem: Pedro Salinas

Tactics and strategy

My tactic is

look at you

learn how sos

love you as you are

My tactic is

talk

and hear

build words

an indestructible bridge

My tactic is

stay in your memory

I do not know how

not know

on what pretext

but stay in you

My tactic is

be frank

and know that you're free

and we do not sell

drills

so that between the two

there is no curtain

or depths

my strategy is

instead

deeper and more

simple

my strategy is

that one day

I do not know how

not know

on what pretext

at last

you need me.

Author of the poem: Mario Benedetti

MY LOVE LASTS

Over the years I believed forget.

New roads are long and lonely fancied.

Security was on a path of no return,

and delete calendar dates.

But finally he comes over me.

My breath fades.

My heart still.

And my breath drowns and disappears.

What's happening to me? I thought forget ...

And in my futile effort to get away,

failure to keep in oblivion,

smothered flame,

your forbidden love.

Author of the poem: George Pellicer

DO NOT HEAR

Not hear

but they are running ...

(Do they wrapped

his feet in flowers?)

Not hear

but they sing ...

(You've wrapped

his voice in soul?)

Not hear

even they cry ...

Callan their tongues.

Voice infinite!

Author of the poem: Francisco Pino

AND WHY IS NOT YOUR WAR ... MORE POWERFUL

And why is not your most powerful war

time against bloodthirsty tyrant;

and not against you ensure decay

best means my barren rhyme?

In the peak hours you're laughing.

Uncultivated virgin gardens

They would give you living flowers,

you more like your effigy.

Would have new life in vivid strokes,

since neither my clumsy pen or a brush

They make your nobility and your beauty

in the eyes of men live.

If you surrender yourself, you will be

portrayed by your sweet skill.

Poem Author: William Shakespeare

SLEEPING SMALL

Not that the world is good: it does not exist.

There is nothing around:

only your dream.

Nothing is more law than your abandonment,

your soft recantation,

Sweet apostasy you absent.

We have not established the world never changes.

But this picture is new

-father and daughter-,

because only love is different,

without ceasing to be the same.

The wide world, no matter,

gravitates around you: you have magnetized,

and live blameless toward your compass.

What innúmero surrender your single unit.

Flower sleeping naked in my words,

poppy disappointments,

pristine pale poppy.

Author of the poem: Carlos Marzal

ALL THIS FOR LOVE

Topple giant forest to a sleeper,

demolished instincts as flowers,

desires as stars

to only one man with the stigma of man.

Also they bring down empires overnight,

monarchies of a kiss,

it does not mean anything;

to derail the eyes, hands and empty tear down statues.

But this love to see only closed form,

shape between the scarlet mist,

He wants to impose life, like so many autumn leaves ascending

towards the ultimate heaven,

where stars

his lips give other stars,

where my eyes, these eyes,

They wake up in another.

Author of the poem: Luis Cernuda

HAPPINESS

I got through the pain to joy.

I knew the pain that the soul exists.

Pain, sad beyond my realm,

a mysterious dawning sun.

The morning was cold joy

and crazy and warm wind that charges.

(Alma saw that green springs

it broke beautifully. )

So I feel it more. I pointed to the sky

and answer me when I ask

with pain after pain for my wound.

And while my head lights

I pray for the sadness I have been in

divinities of life.

Author of the poem: José Hierro

WILLING

In your red and fresh mouth

kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,

each kiss that would

drink whole your soul.

I have fallen in love with you

and it's so bad disease,

that neither death, cure,

Well they know that love!

I get mad when I hear

the sound of your talk,

and the touch of your hand

It gives me life and it kills me.

I would like to be the air

the whole entire hugs,

I would like to be blood

that runs through your insides.

Are the lines of your body

the model of my desire,

the way of my kisses

and the magnet of my looks.

Sorry to gird your waist

a question that kills me

I wanted a hug

your body and your soul.

I'm sick of you,

there is no hope of cure,

thirst in this crazy love

you're my thirst and my water.

Damn the hour

when I saw your face,

I saw your black eyes

and I kissed your lips scarlet.

Damn thirst

and damn the water,

damn poison

poisoning and does not kill.

In your red and fresh mouth

kiss, and my thirst is not quenched,

each kiss that would

drink whole your soul.

Author of the poem: Manuel Machado

MADRIGAL

Come to me that you are injured

in this bed of dreams

You can kick me.

Come, already midnight

and no clock from oblivion

pour their bells

pain in my chest

Your expected return.

An angle of my life

voiceless voice I am announcing it me.

Author of the poem: Concha Méndez

MY LOVE LASTS

Over the years I believed forget.

New roads are long and lonely fancied.

Security was on a path of no return,

and delete calendar dates.

But finally he comes over me.

My breath fades.

My heart still.

And my breath drowns and disappears.

What's happening to me? I thought forget ...

And in my futile effort to get away,

failure to keep in oblivion,

smothered flame,

your forbidden love.

Author of the poem: George Pellicer

WHAT YOU NEED

You do not know how I need your voice;

I need your eyes

those words that always filled me,

I need your peace;

I need the light of your lips

! ... I can not go on!

...I can not anymore

my mind does not want to think

You can not think of anything but you.

I need your hands flower

that patience of all your actions

with justice that inspires me

for what was always my spine

my source of life has dried

with the force of oblivion ...

I'm burning;

I need what I have already found

but still! I still miss!

Author of the poem: Mario Benedetti

Experiment horror story

Upon awakening, he was on a cold hospital bed and facing bad woman, you put electrodes on the skull. The poor man was scared to death, but had previously agreed to join the experiment in exchange for financial compensation.

Researchers gathered there, claimed that the mind of the "test subject" travel through dimensions. In theory all showed perfect, so it was time to put it into practice. They put him in that transparent sphere, in which the energy flowed showing flashes of bright colors.

For a moment he felt dizzy, and recover, the bubble was completely clear about it, as if the machine is responsible for promoting the trip was turned off. She was still disoriented, so he could not realize that the landscape around him had changed. He made a couple of babble hoping that those responsible for the investigation came to his aid, but no one approached.

He left the container and his first reaction was surprise. He was all alone, the room where he was looked gray, flat, like a simple drawing, but to touch, seemed made of gelatin, tapping inertia transmitting shaking the ground where treading, that caused him to fall and bounce to find calm to sit up and moved slowly to avoid returning to the floor.

He could not continue this practice, once terrible screams were heard nearby. The sounds were so scary that I just wanted to run away in terror and even crawled out of that unstable escaped room to discover a world, just as thrilling in which strange humanoid beings using soil as a springboard to move quickly and flee a bestial creature trying to eat them.

The man wanted to join them and flee too, but not so good at moving on shaky ground, the monster also tired of eating the same thing, olio immediately the new sandwich, and went straight to him ... watching this strange be approaching, with its open mouth, fear made him shattered, and lost consciousness.

Upon awakening, he was on a hospital gurney cold and facing bad woman, you put electrodes on the skull ...

Tale of two brothers

Ana had a hobby that many people seemed strange because almost daily she visited the cemetery to find the most gloomy and mark using a chalk on a paper sheet tombstones. After returning home and added some of his own art brands.

Who particularly bothered by this practice was his younger brother, who attacked as the witch all this fascination with the dead, to which she seemed not to fear, because it penetrated in the pantheon regardless of the night had fallen, in fact, It was his favorite time, because right now, "everything was quiet."

The young man followed her sometimes with the intent to scare, but in the end did not dare to set foot inside the cemetery. Only he saw the silhouette of the girl lost among old tombstones and ghostly reflections, wishing to return to good.

Sometimes I wanted to charge her with her mother, but this was always so distracted that you put little attention to the boy and father ... absent. It seemed it was just him and his sister. At one point they had a big fight, and taking advantage of its outputs, the boy went to Anne's room with the firm intention to break all copies of the stones ... but between those images, he found one that he rattled ... for he said: "Andrew, beloved brother and son" and a drawing he had made, and the date of birth, and other recent.

When Anna saw him dismayed that drawing quickly took it off in front, saying it was a hoax. But Andrés ... Andrés had remembered his accident earlier this year. He ran to the cemetery, this time with a different fear, and there on his grave, was made to mourn knees, while the earth swallow him, returning him to his grave.

Story of a ghostly visit

Nobody could believe the stories of the little four years when he was the reason for his nervousness. Many children speak of monsters under the bed or in the closet, imaginary friends, but Nataly described with disturbing accuracy shadows approaching his bed and translucent human-shaped figures trying to touch her.

She cried constantly late at night, for he saw that the hall was lit in stages, as if little lights will activate the rhythm of footsteps approaching. After the door of his room creaked, and two strange shadows came to stand beside his bed. Of course when someone came, there was nothing.

Being treated as a liar, she had to learn to control his fear, and grow among those spectra with the passage of time and nor disturbed. She smiled the spirit of the girl who sat at the foot of his bed, greeted old macabre look that appeared in the living room sofa and goodnight to two shadows around her.

He was so used to all this, that by moving to a new apartment and meet with other ghosts, did not cause the slightest disturbance. In this case, were the other members of his family who heard the footsteps in the corridor, they saw the lights flash on and off. Then appliances were activated alone, even disconnected from the mains. The doors creaked and gave way to strange beings, soon in that house there was nothing but cries of horror, except Nataly, who now had nearly twenty years, and the comforting saying all this time, she never had him injured.

But there helpless spirits who appear and disappear without just cause more than a fright ... and there are dark ones, full of resentment, driven by revenge, they just want to do evil around him ... who for the first time, felt his Nataly cold feet touch the strange stuff that grabbed the sheets, smelled the rot of a broken spectrum, and felt bad that he rested on the shoulders ...

Then he shouted again, everyone in your family cried together before the ghastly visit came home every night.

Tale of the girl in the park

I must confess that it was the first time I went jogging in spite of living facing the park. I'm not a very active guy, but had days seeing that beautiful girl passing in front of my window, so I went there to meet her.

At the end of your routine to stretch it into a damaged banking, there managed to speak to introduce myself and talk a while. It was like this for over a week, I saw her every day, and we talked. But the day just gathered all the courage to ask her out did not show, either the next day or the next ...

On the fifth day I could not resist, I was worried. He did not have the exact address, but his home was nearby and was very clear to describe how to get. There I was greeted by a young, almost hit me in asking for it. I thought it was her boyfriend, but later learned that it was his brother, a boy quite upset ... for good reason.

They explained that she had disappeared months ago, I told them about my meeting with her, and ended up giving my statement against authority. They sent police officers to the park. They said they expected to see it, but I actually watched me, I felt somehow suspect. Worse, when they took statements from people and no one remembered seeing her.

I could go in jail when they found his body just under that bench, but to dig in mine and his family presence, a pink steam rose from the dead, taking the form of the girl, and floating before our incredulous looks me He has found and thanked me against all acquitted. After just he ran off and disappeared.

Tale doll dresser

The doll dancing gracefully on the dresser, her beautiful white dress with glitter, illuminated more than the stars themselves, around two ... and people were delighted, met in around, expecting to see her pretty face as smooth as silk.

The golden hair of his left with his mouth open to anyone, all the girls wanted to have it, but it was not for sale, the shop owner was only interested wear it, he said it was his masterpiece, the best that his hands were wrist create, so it would be with him always, he exhibited only because the world must not be deprived of such beauty.

After that people enjoyed her dance for hours, the man running the curtain, and with extreme care, almost as if it were a solemn ceremony, wrapped in fine fabrics, to carry it after shop, where he placed in a bed specially made for her.

Over time, the man was old, but her beloved doll, continued to attract the eyes of all the people, because they are not tired of seeing her every day rotate in the same direction, wearing their beautiful costumes.

The old man was alone, was not known family and despite having thousands of orders of those who hoped one day to find inspiration and have a beautiful as the dresser doll, did not have any worker, just everything was done by . It was clear that his world was dolls and devoted to it full time, though his hands were full of arthritis, and his feet barely could give happened.

Despite his deteriorating health, he was performing the ritual dresser to the delight of the people and of itself. But on one occasion, he stumbled, pulling the curtain of your site, and falling to the ground, upon the poor doll shattered. People who saw ran fast passes to attend the elderly, but being inside immediately took a step back in horror ... the doll parts scattered on the floor, were not rag and porcelain ... were human parts.

Horror story about the worst night of Andrea

A cold morning, Andrea received a call in his sleep, picked up the phone without opening his eyes, but the person on the other end of the line sounded so affected that put more attention. It was Louis, a good friend who works in a funeral home and asked a favor that was to accompany him because colleagues were gone and even though that was his job, some fear caused him to spend the night there ... "alone."

Taking with him some food, he went to his friend. Everyone who watched the dead had gone home, still, Luis had to keep wearing a suit and tie if anyone wanted to come back, so she ate careful not to stain your clothes.

Then they went to the office of Luis, there had television, privacy and a game console hidden, he needed a little distracted, made him nervous as truth conduct the night watches. In the most exciting part, when Andres was about to beat him, the funeral was completely dark, all the lights went out and they skipped like cats digging the each other. They were about to mock such a situation, when they heard the desperate and deafening screams of a woman leaving a wake of rooms.

With the unstable pulse, Luis barely managed to light the torch, but you could tell the erratic illuminate all his nervousness. Neither wanted to separate from the other, so they held hands and went together to see what was happening, but just stepped out of the office, silent screams and the light returned. So they could see the image of surveillance cameras, in one of which the shadow of a woman who stood in an empty room looked.

There was no way that was there, and sure enough, when they went to check, did not find her anywhere. We assume that in these funeral homes are common things, so nobody wants to cover the night shift and Andrea did not want to return to be with his friend and relive the worst night of his life.

In search of the limelight

A group of friends decided to build a tree house in one of the gardens of one of the members of this social group, so we started collecting all sorts of factors used to build a shelter, such as wood, chairs, porcelain other tools.

One friend suggested going to the abandoned house on the corner, which was in renovation particularly long, because there had been some candlesticks would be ideal to place the candles that illuminate the night shelter.

So the group of friends decided to go during the day to see how to enter that old house, which had not seen anyone live long, but now particularly were apparently rehabilitates to sell. So they saw that the back was a wall that could easily climb to enter inside the house, but as these were people who cared for her time, they decided to go to night.

That night decided to go to that place, because in the house and no one apparently was not. When you get there they managed to climb the wall facing the bottom part of the house, and sought ways to enter the abandoned house that became terrifying at that time of night.

They managed to enter through a door that had not been assured by the workers who were working at the site. So once inside the house began to look for all sorts of useful objects to use in their new treehouse. While some kids went straight for the candlesticks, others began to find more interesting things to take home the tree.

That night the weather was very bad, since the weather forecasts had been assured that a storm was coming, which is why we had great flashes of light that heralded a great rain.

One of the boys knew how to open the door that led to the highest point of the house, where all kinds of objects were, so all went up there to look for among the things abandoned, until one of the boys managed find a truly great and a very attractive appearance limelight, so he took it and was attached to the table where he was, and he could not get. Until in a moment the room was lit by lightning, and a hand saw was what adhering it to the table, so quickly they left the house completely scared.

The living statues

After a terrible storm, Raul has too much work repairing facades and damaged houses, but still could not help but accept the tempting offer of an elderly woman who offered him more than he earns in a month for a single task, which should urgent attention. The boy walked away, but still was a bit late because it was difficult to find the property, although it was all the time on the phone getting indications of the elderly. A couple of hours later, he admitted to a gloomy, misty forest, came to a big house, bigger than all their neighborhood.

The young man was really amazed, the place seemed deserted as it looked in bad shape, and thought that if he had to repair all that, you would pay cut. He held his hands thick and cold bars of the gate, still looking shocked when the onrushing evil faced two huge black dogs made him jump back. It seemed they were going to eat him alive, but to show a small, stooped old woman who walked with difficulty, became tender puppies.

She opened the door and forgetting courtesies rebuked him for being late and not let him talk drained it to begin its work. She only needed to repair the roof of the third floor, where a falling tree had left a hole. And he left at 3:30 pm without fail, because the four already getting dark and she closed all the doors well owned, not open them until the next day. Young welcomed the guidelines, because the work in the end turned out to be little.

Arriving at the room of the problem, there was a beautiful girl, restoring some statues damaged by the collapse of the roof and the attitude of the birds. The two fit together well without realizing it, the time flew them until it began to get dark ... then they were surprised by a series of noise on the lower floors, it sounded like a crowd of people transit through them, and Suddenly the silence. To jump scare after the tremendous cries they emitted. The young man was leaning on each occasion but could not see anything, but something very strange happened, the decorations on the walls vibrated and wooden floors sagged and creaked, like yielding to a heavy footsteps.

He would not say anything to the girl, invited her to go alone, but just out of the room, the old woman with his gun gunpoint, finding fault for not having gone before and was ordained. She looked really very nervous, his hands were shaking and the boys feared that at any moment escape him a shot, so maybe they followed his orders, she took them to a room full of strange writings and let the reloaded shotgun the wall. Raul watching desires to take the gun and leave the old one used to speak a few words to all: If you want to take a chance with what's out there, but I assure you !, later a gun is useless and will not leave you with life of here.

Raul then remembered what he had seen ... well, more like what he saw, so now if instructions attended the old woman, stayed there until the first rays of sun began to come, the boy then opened the door to leave running, and their disbelieving eyes could see countless animas vaporous, disintegrating in front of him, to be reached by sunlight.

Even with the rush I had to leave, the old woman begged them to finish their work in the hall of statues, stone guardians because those were the ones who prevented the souls escape from the mansion, and that little hole in the ceiling was enough so that they were out there ... no one could know how many escaped that night.

The cat in the room

Just like that, in an ordinary afternoon, people had to leave behind the habit of opening the windows of the house, as a large number of cats came to the neighborhood and moved as if they had always lived there. They not bothered much during the day, but at night the incessant collective meow, his romps through the trees, and the horrible habit of getting into homes, undermined the patience of many. But still, no one ever tried to hurt them.

It was enough to close the windows so both the cats and the noise were outside, just a few distracted completely forgot containment measures to their new neighbors, and had to get up at midnight to get them out of their homes with a broom. This is what happened to Robert, when his parents were not in a good humor, and being heard noises in bed. They immediately cried out to the young, to take out the cat, as it was the only one still ignoring instructions to keep everything closed.

Roberto followed the noise, reaching under the bed of her younger sister who was sleeping peacefully, put the broom and shook for a while, hoping the animal left on the other side, but since that was not, pulled the plow, and he met with a surprise ... a wrinkled man with torn clothes furiously sank his teeth into the brush, then lifted his head and stared at the boy, who could not understand what was happening, I was just there, lying on the ground , holding the broom and looking incredulous at pixie, while this cautiously approached to take the stand and deal it a strong bite, which was followed by a couple more, within seconds had ripped the big toe and was playing very happy with it then he went to bed, to do the same with the small, but at that moment, a couple of cats jumped on him; between meows and shrieks, drops of blood flew, some still clinging to pieces of meat. After the scandal, parents woke up and ran to the room of his small but before they could reach, a colony of cats crossed in front of them, pounced on the girl, and shocked the audience with this show so bloody in which the girl seemed devoured.

They attacked in strikes against them, but realized that her daughter was fine, safe and sound, without a scratch, animal rage was against the little man, from which there were no traces. They mauled and devoured before he hurt the girl. And really, that was what they did every night, entering homes.

Nobody knew where they came from the little men, but appreciated that cats are come to save them. Now the habit of leaving the windows open is back, do not know when the services of a cat in the room is needed.

Origin of legends

We've all heard at least once a legend that has made us vibrate. But where did they come from? It is said that the first organized groups who took this literary genre as a communication tool were nothing more and nothing less than religious orders, since its main aim was to instill fear in their parishioners to keep them under control.

Among the characteristics that we can find a legend highlights the fact that elements of the time when the action happens exalt. For example, values ​​and customs that were kept in the time in which the related events took place.

That said, we can easily realize that throughout the history of mankind there have been countless examples of legends which even today remain relevant. And the style in which are narrated or written, gives them unique characteristics.

For example, there are mythical fables that make use of historic environments to build what is being said, while others tend to be much more fantastic.

 

Without going any further, in the second section we could find stories of witches and ghosts that very often have the people of the United States of America on the dates celebrated on Halloween.

In contrast, if we decide to "jump the pond" to see that legends have been told over and over again, we would see that there is in England a mythical figure that continues. Obviously I am referring to King Arthur, medieval literature character whose exploits have transcended whole centuries.

Around his brave and gallant figure several sub plots are woven appealing. So on one hand we have the adventures of Merlin and the other the discovery of Excalibur, the sword that accompanied the monarch in profuse battles.

Finally, we can only say that legends never cease to exist, because people need this kind of stories not only to learn valuable lessons, but also to let our imaginations.

Were the voices

A marriage was sitting in front of the TV watching a horror movie, the moment when a loud sound made the man exclaimed: - Love do not you think that these shocks may harm the baby?

- Not at all. In fact, the only you scared you. If you do not want to finish watching the tape I understand. I see you as this is over.

The husband got up from his seat and before bedtime should be addressed to the kitchen to drink a glass of warm milk.

- Would you like something? He yelled at his wife.

- No thank you, I'm not hungry right now.

- You should eat even if it was a fruit, remember that your doctor told you that from the seven week pregnancy are very important nutrients.

- Okay, get me a handle but do not forget to put a little chili powder.

The woman ended the viewing of the movie and fell asleep on the couch. Suddenly a buzz woke made so miserably.

- Again the cable signal went! But tomorrow the people will hear me. He murmured softly.

Before he could press the off button on the remote control, the TV came a ray of blue light, which caused her pupils to dilate.

She went to the kitchen and pulled out a drawer the sharpest knife he found. He was introduced to his quarters without giving him a chance to respond to her husband brutally slaughtered.

By the time the blood of your spouse hit the ground, strange voices from beyond the grave filled his head.

- Shut up, shut up! He managed to stammer.

Staring was the fourth of tools, he took a drill and connect the power supply. Without thinking twice, he said the sharp bit into her belly and punched him several times until he died.

more than two decades of event and represent that domicile remains empty yet have passed.

African Myths

If a myth is not known it is an imaginary story invented to explain facts that in ancient times could not explain or to frighten children. Myths have spent years of oral tradition and possibly since started saying so far have changed mucho.También can find myths writings.

Africans throughout their history have been doing creation myths, the moon or the sun, which normally had the oldest of the tribe and experienced person.

I used to tell the little ones, but there were stories for older people. Normally in nomadic African tribes, it still carrying these activities.

The two luminaries

This story comes from the tribes of Senegal. The two luminaries, such as the call there are the Sun and Moon. In this myth count s are the biggest stars of the universe.

The sun was considered the star king, and as we can see by the strength of its luster, however to the moon if you look carefully, so it is considered the star queen. There are many civilizations who worship trees as kings or chieftains because they think that trees are the origins of the sun and moon.

Death

In African tribes, death was the worst thing that could happen. If someone from the tribe died, the rest had to leave this place after making worship the dead, and saying that if they did misfortune befall them.

Also, any mishaps that happen to resemble the tribe to hunt an animal that was formerly a member of the tribe died, because in these civilizations believe that when you die your soul is transported to the body of an animal.

The giant Maka

African explaining the loss of water in summer, ie in drought, with the appearance of a great giant, called Maka, which the thirsty all the water that was in the rivers or lakes drank. This giant will also blamed for the disappearance of elephants, when in reality what happens is that when the elephants are going to die go to a distant place and set apart for this.

The creation

Africans have done

numerous myths to explain the fact of the appearance of the first man and the first woman.

It is said that there were times when a higher being called Muluku, although Central African Woka call, sprouted on earth the first couple we descend. Muluku was one of the best ever known growers in African culture, it was a sower of excellence.

So, this made two holes in the ground and a man emerged from one another and a woman. Africans say they left Earth for its color appearance between it and the ground floor.

The man and woman had all the affection and love that gave Muluku. This just teach them everything he knew about the relationship between soil and crops.

So I wanted to teach them how to dig and cultivate the land so they could survive on their own. But they wanted to do nothing and the land was drying up and Moliku got angry and turned them into apes taking from the actual tail monkeys and put them and the old monkeys became modern humans.

The dinner

Valentina was walking the aisles was looking for what foods to buy, and that night had invited his parents to dinner because he was releasing his department.

For more thought into something rich and succulent offer, could not find anything until it stopped in the hallway of frozen foods and saw a series of boxes that say on the front: "Authentic homemade taste, you will not believe who left the microwave".

It took a few boxes of lasagna bolognese and he ran to his home. He came and got frozen in the kitchen and arranged them in a specially designed container to withstand high temperatures meats.

Then he fell from a shelf mixer to prepare the salad dressing. However, accidentally one of the blades of the machine hit the microwave door crashing glass.

- What bad luck! I hope that still work, because not have time to get a new one. He thought.

He put a glass of water into the engine and see that operated with apparent normality, followed with the tasks I was doing.

After repeatedly using the microwave, it began to fail and take a little smoke.

- Do not you go break now. I'm almost finished with it. Hold on a little longer. He told the appliance.

Later her parents arrived at the meeting and dinner was becoming a resounding success. However, before it came time for dessert, Valentina fainted dropping his face into the pasta dish.

His parents called emergencies, more for when paramedics arrived, there was nothing to save the girl. Valentina had died apparently of natural causes.

Nevertheless, his parents asked them to authorities who practiced an autopsy. The results were horrifying, as they discovered that neurons in the brain of young literally had been burned by prolonged exposure to a radiation source.