domingo, 18 de enero de 2015

sábado, 29 de noviembre de 2014

Stylist's Job is to Make Food Look Pretty

Watch this video and answer the following questions:

1. Who is Lisa Cherkasky?
2. Where did she study?
3. Who does she work with?
4. Why was her job difficult at the beginning?
5. What have you learnt here?

domingo, 23 de noviembre de 2014

Still I Rise

Still I Rise is a poem by Maya Angelou, an American actress, writer and artist. The poem talks about the history of the African-American people, its fight to overcome slavery and  it also tells us the struggle of women to overcome sexism and oppression . When I was in USA, I had the privilege to meet her, she was a great woman.

If you want to know more about her, click Maya Angelou - Biography

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.