FOR POETRY

You might think that explaining why the sky is blue would be kind of a simple thing. But even a brief explanation of it requires a lot of science. The colors of everything we see are produced in different ways. Some of those colors are explained with physics, others by the own field of chemistry. The nitrogen and oxygen that we are breathing in the air  are made up of very small particles called molecules. A molecule of nitrogen or oxygen is really so small. Each molecule is only about 0.4 nanometers, or 16 billionths of an inch. It would take 250,000 nitrogen molecules to equal the width of one strand of your hair. You can think of the molecules as behaving like very tiny balls that constantly bounce around. When sunlight travels through the atmosphere, it passes between lots of those teensy nitrogen and oxygen molecules. Sometimes the light runs right into one of them. So the sky looks blue because the blue portion of sunlight is much more likely to bounce off the molecules in th...

  I shall build up inflexible  and insisting walls, circling fences , at least to detain corporal organs. In need,  like imagination and electric motion, I shall quickly discard and depart from here , forgetting my ownself  like a mad man, maybe presences on isolated,  inhabitable and infertile deserts, in fearful Amazon jungles,  even in the further lands without you, it is I who will be alone.  I shall stand against wind's blows and huge cyclones, I will climb up like birds on highest peak of mountains, also more than it  on high and high places not on your Earth , address of my home will be great spaces not your lively and lovely face , in need, I meet and embrace the challenges of waters, looking at the deep of rivers and oceans, I shall swim and dive, please, assess and evaluate my echoes  without your heartfelt love,  nothing else, nothing in front of my senses . Please open your eyes at present in front of this lover, to attract a...

I have never had many friends, for the first time in my life I say this, I don't really have any  or at least none who don't want anything from me, sorry that is a lie because I  had one friend,  it's funny because her and I were really REALLLY alot alike,  she was someone that always  makes me smile,   it's scary really  both fear being alone,  fear to get closer  to people,  but I don't think about if I really WANTED to be close  to that person. Over the past couple of months we have become closer, she was the one and only person that knows where my secrets were hidden, she was the first person that I have let in in about three years ago. Anyway, last weekend I realized that I'm lonely  but I didn't want anyone anymore. I was busy all the weekend but when I did get home, I  couldn't bring myself  to do anything  because I did not want to do it alone  for the first time  in a long time, I was thinking ...

  Football is considered to begin in 1863, the year in which The Football Association was founded, although its origins, like those of other football codes, date back several centuries, particularly in the British Isles during the Middle Ages.  Although there were common points between different ball games that were developed from the third century before the christ, modern football, the sport as it is known today, has its origins in the British Isles. The first British codes that gave rise to association of football were characterized by their lack of organization and extreme violence. However, there were also other less violent and better organized codes. Perhaps one of the best known was the Calcio Florentino, a very popular team sport in Italy that had an impact on the codes of some British schools.  The definitive formation of association football had its culminating moment during the 19th century. In 1848, representatives from different English colleges met at Cambr...

  Do you remember that autumn evening, we were wandering in the woods, where we sometimes went to dream, forgetting the monotonous hours, the birds, desperately, had sung under the foliage, all the day long,  but they were wise in their nest rocked by the wind. The stream in a soft murmur, rhythming its course in its own way, zigzagged between the bushes and played under the branches, the tall trees swayed  lightly,  sowing their shadows. Sometimes the sky was dark, when the moon disappeared and we loved each other  with our closed mouths. Under the woods  with their black gestures, charmed by this evening kiss, our hearts had said  many things to each other. Your beautiful eyes,  black as the night, with the piercing reflection of your soul, burned with an ecstatic flame. My happiness was infinite, we both go as before, breathing the scent of the great woods, on this splendid autumn evening.