A Box by John Denver

Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War."Decree was issued round about
all with a flourish and a shout
and a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before
"Don't fiddle with this deadly box
or break the chains or pick the locks
And Please, don't ever play about with war."

Well, the children understood
children happen to be good
they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locks
or break into that deadly box
they never tried to play about with war.Mommies didn't either
Sisters, Aunts, Grannies neither,
'cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty in those wondrous days of yore.
Well, very much the same as now
not the ones to blame somehow
for opening up that deadly box of war.

But someone did
someone battered in the lid
and spilled the insides out across the floor.
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball, made up of guns and flags
and all the tears and horror
and the death that goes with war.It bounced right out
and went bashing all about
and bumping into everything in store.
And what was sad and most unfair
is that it didn't really seem to care much who it bumped
or why, or what, or for.It bumped the children mainly
and I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them everyday and more and more,
and leaves them dead and burned and dying,
thousands of them sick and crying,
'cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.

Now there's a way to stop the ball,
it isn't difficult at all,
all it takes is wisdom.
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
and bind the chains and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.

Well, thats the way it all appears,
'cause it's been bouncing round for years and years
in spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore.
And the time they came across The Box,
bound up with chains and locked with locks
and labeled "Kindly Do Not Touch, It's War.

IF

 If... by Rudyard Kipling.  

  If you can keep your head when all about you
  Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

  If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
  But make allowance for their doubting too;

  If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
  Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
  Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
  And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

  If you can dream -- and not make dreams your master;

  If you can think -- and not make thoughts your aim;

  If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
  And treat those two imposters just the same;

  If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
  Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
  Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
  And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

  If you can make one heap of all your winnings
  And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
  And lose, and start again at your beginnings
  And never breathe a word about your loss;

  If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
  To serve your turn long after they are gone,
  And so hold on when there is nothing in you
  Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

  If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
  Or walk with kings -- nor lose the common touch,

  If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

  If all men count with you, but none too much;

  If you can fill the unforgiving minute
  With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run --
  Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
  And -- which is more -- you’ll be a Man, my son!

MERRY XMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR...
                 2011!!!!!!!!

my time table

TIME	MONDAY	TUESDAY	WEDNESDAY	THURSDAY	FRIDAY	SATURDAY
8,00-9,00	Economy	Low	Science	Geography	English	Motory
9,00-10,00	Physics	History	P.E	French	Geography	Science
10,00-11,00	English	Grammatic	Physics	French	Motory	Italian
11,00-12,00	Maths	French	Geography	Grammatic	Economy	Maths
12,00-13,00	Low	Maths	English	History	Italian	Religion
13,00-14,00			Maths		P.E

My Alphabet

A: Anna- Anna is my name
B: Banana- I like bananas
C: Cherry- I like cherries
D: Design- I don't like design
E: Erika- Erika is my name
F: Fish- I like fish
G: Giada- Giada is my name
H: Homework- I don't like homework
I:  Italy- I'm from Italy
K: Katia- Katia is my name
L:  Lemonada- I don't like Lemonada
M: Maths- I don't like Maths
N: Nadia- Nadia is my name
O: olga- Olga is my name
P:  Pink- I like pink
Q: Quiet- I'm quiet
R:  Rosa- Rosa is my name
S:  Sea- I like Sea
T:  Talk-I like talk
U:  Ugo- Ugo is my name
V:  Volleyball- I like volleyball
W: Wait- I don't like Wait
X:  Xilophono-he plays the xilophono
Y: Yellow- I don't like yellow
Z: Zebra- The zebra is an animal.

introduction

I am a fourteen-year-old girl.
My surname is Guglielmucci and my first name is Carmlinda Giusy.
I have one sister I live with my parents, with sister in a home.
I like chatting with friends, shopping, watching television.
I don't like cycling, I love listening to music.
I am fond of dancing,
I am in the first year of I.T.C.G Tursi.
I think I am easy- going, quiet, calm.
I like people who joke
and I don’t I like people who insult.
I was born in Policoro, Italy
My eyes are blue and my hair is blond.
It’s short and straight.
I am tall.