POSSESSIVE ADJECTIVES
Possessive adjectives 1
Possessive adjectives 2
Possessive adjectives 3
COMPARING CARDINAL AND ORDINAL NUMBERS
Subject Pronouns
En tu mundo hay personas, y por eso hay “personas” también en la gramática. Cuando decimos primera persona del singular, queremos decir que sólo hay una (singular) y que es la primera en tu mundo…la primera persona del singular es todos los idiomas del mundo es YO (I), claro, somos egocéntricos. La segunda singular eres TÚ (you) por estar más cerca de mí, y luego está el tercero en discordia, más lejano a mí, que puede ser hombre (man = he), mujer (woman=she) o cosa/animal (thing/animal= it). Luego hablamos de plural, porque yo puedo estar contigo y formamos un nosotros (we), que seguimos siendo los primeros (esta vez del plural) de nuestro mundo (al fin y al cabo estoy yo dentro…;) Estáis vosotros (you), tú y tú, cercanos a mí. Y luego los terceros de nuevo en discordia, y ahora ya son más de uno: ellos (they), que pueden ser personas o cosas.
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Letter from Indian Chief Seattle to the President of the United States (1855)
THE GREAT CHIEF in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. The Great Chief also sends us words of friendship and good will. This is kind of him, since we know he has little need of our friendship in return. But we will consider your offer, for we know if we do not so the white man may come with guns and take our land. What Chief Seattle says you can count on as truly as our white brothers can count on the return of the seasons. My words are like the stars - they do not set. How can you buy or sell the sky - the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us? We will decide in our time. Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing, and every humming insect is holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves and his children's birthright is forgotten. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the redman. But perhaps it is because the redman is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to listen to the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand - the clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind itself cleansed by a mid-day rain, or scented by a pinõn pine: The air is precious to the redman. For all things share the same breath - the beasts, the trees, and the man. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
If I decide to accept, I will make one condition. The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen thousands of rotting buffaloes on the prairie left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beast also happens to the man.
All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame. And after defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet food and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days - they are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth, or that roamed in small bands in the woods will remain to mourn the graves of the people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.
One thing we know that the white man may one day discover. Our God is the same God. You may think that you own him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the Body of man, and his compassion is equal for the redman and the white. This earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by the talking wires, where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
We might understand if we knew what it was the white man dreams, what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights, what visions he burns into their minds, so they will wish for tomorrow. But we are savages. The white man's dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden, we will go our own way. If we agree, it will be to secure your reservation you have promised.
There perhaps we may live out our brief days as we wish. When the last redman has vanished from the earth, and the memory is only the shadow of a cloud passing over the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people, for they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. If we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your memory the way the land is as you take it. And with all your strength, with all your might, and with all your heart - preserve it for your children, and love it as God loves us all. One thing we know - our God is the same. This earth is precious to him. Even the white man cannot escape the common destiny.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother, but his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his father's graves and his children's birthright is forgotten. The sight of your cities pains the eyes of the redman. But perhaps it is because the redman is a savage and does not understand.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to listen to the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand - the clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frogs around a pond at night? The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind itself cleansed by a mid-day rain, or scented by a pinõn pine: The air is precious to the redman. For all things share the same breath - the beasts, the trees, and the man. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breathes. Like a man dying for many days, he is numb to the stench.
If I decide to accept, I will make one condition. The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and I do not understand any other way. I have seen thousands of rotting buffaloes on the prairie left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand how the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to stay alive. What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beast also happens to the man.
All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
Our children have seen their fathers humbled in defeat. Our warriors have felt shame. And after defeat they turn their days in idleness and contaminate their bodies with sweet food and strong drink. It matters little where we pass the rest of our days - they are not many. A few more hours, a few more winters, and none of the children of the great tribes that once lived on this earth, or that roamed in small bands in the woods will remain to mourn the graves of the people once as powerful and hopeful as yours.
One thing we know that the white man may one day discover. Our God is the same God. You may think that you own him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the Body of man, and his compassion is equal for the redman and the white. This earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its Creator. The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by the talking wires, where is the thicket? Gone. Where is the eagle? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
We might understand if we knew what it was the white man dreams, what hopes he describes to his children on long winter nights, what visions he burns into their minds, so they will wish for tomorrow. But we are savages. The white man's dreams are hidden from us. And because they are hidden, we will go our own way. If we agree, it will be to secure your reservation you have promised.
There perhaps we may live out our brief days as we wish. When the last redman has vanished from the earth, and the memory is only the shadow of a cloud passing over the prairie, these shores and forests will still hold the spirits of my people, for they love this earth as the newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. If we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your memory the way the land is as you take it. And with all your strength, with all your might, and with all your heart - preserve it for your children, and love it as God loves us all. One thing we know - our God is the same. This earth is precious to him. Even the white man cannot escape the common destiny.
EASTER TRADITIONS
Why do people celebrate Easter? Christians celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ on Easter Sunday. Many people celebrate the beginning of spring at Easter.
Why is it called "Easter"? The word Easter comes from "Eastore", the pagan goddess of spring.
Why is Easter on a different date each year? Easter is always on the first Sunday after first full moon in spring.
Why do people give Easter eggs? Eggs symbolize new life. Now, people usually give chocolate eggs to their family. There are two Easter games with eggs: "hunt the egg" and "egg rolling".
Why do we associate bunnies, chicks and lambs with Easter? Bunnies, chicks and lambs are born in the spring. They also symbolize new life.
Why do we eat hot cross buns? Hot cross buns are small cakes marked with a cross. The cross is a symbol of Christianity.
Why is Easter on a different date each year? Easter is always on the first Sunday after first full moon in spring.
Why do people give Easter eggs? Eggs symbolize new life. Now, people usually give chocolate eggs to their family. There are two Easter games with eggs: "hunt the egg" and "egg rolling".
Why do we associate bunnies, chicks and lambs with Easter? Bunnies, chicks and lambs are born in the spring. They also symbolize new life.
Why do we eat hot cross buns? Hot cross buns are small cakes marked with a cross. The cross is a symbol of Christianity.
Never late for studying English
Hi everybody!
I am creating my first wiki, it is about English for adults. Since this academic year I am teaching English to adults who have never studied it before, I am learning how to teach a language in a very different way... The most important thing is to motivate my students and to make them feel comfortable, therefore I am creating easy and basic materials in order to help them, I have included some of the in this blog (label "Basic English for Adults"), but I would give different clues for teachers and students in my first wiki.
I am creating my first wiki, it is about English for adults. Since this academic year I am teaching English to adults who have never studied it before, I am learning how to teach a language in a very different way... The most important thing is to motivate my students and to make them feel comfortable, therefore I am creating easy and basic materials in order to help them, I have included some of the in this blog (label "Basic English for Adults"), but I would give different clues for teachers and students in my first wiki.
PRESENT SIMPLE AND DAILY ROUTINES
Another video for revising present simple and daily routines, very very interesting for your exam!!!
Adverbs of frequency
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Click on the title to get extra-activities to improve your knowledge on the Adverbs of Frequency
PRESENT SIMPLE
Hi, people!!
I am enclosing here some basic exercises to practise present simple affirmative, negative and interrogative, just click on the names in order to start working...
AFFIRMATIVE
NEGATIVE
INTERROGATIVE
ALL FORMS
AFFIRMATIVE
NEGATIVE
INTERROGATIVE
ALL FORMS
PANCAKE DAY
Shrove Tuesday is celebrated in English-speaking countries, such as Ireland, the United Kingdom, New Zealand, Australia, Canada and some parts of the United States for the day before Ash Wednesday, the first day of the Lent.
The word shrove is the past participle of the English verb to shrive, which means to obtain absolution for one's sins by way of confession and doing penance. During the week before Lent, sometimes called Shrovetide in English, Christians were expected to go to confession in preparation for the penitential season of turning to God. Shrove Tuesday was the last day before the beginning of Lent on Ash Wednesday, and noted in histories dating back to 1000 AD. The popular celebratory aspect of the day had developed long before the Protestant Reformation, and was associated with releasing high spirits before the somber season of Lent. It is analogous to the continuing Carnival tradition associated with Mardi Gras (and its various names in different countries) that continued separately in European Catholic countries.
In the United Kingdom
Extracted from Wikipedia
If you want to learn how to make pancakes just click on the title, enjoy your meal!!!
THERE IS & THERE ARE
http://www.saberingles.com.ar/curso/lesson05/05.html
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