THE STORY OF AN HOUR- KATE CHOPIN

See: sea (to be conscious of what is around you by using your eyes: the salty water that covers a large part of the surface of the earth, smaller than an ocean)

Sad: sat (unhappy or sorry: past simple and past participle of sit)
day: they(a period of 24 hours: used as the subject of a verb to refer to people, animals or things already mentioned or, more generally, to a group of people not clearly described)
off: of (away from a place or position, especially the present place, position, or time: used to show possession, belonging, or origin)
to: too( used after some verbs, especially when the action described in the infinitive will happen later: more than is needed or wanted; more than is suitable or enough)
had: hat( past simple or past participle of have , also used with the past participle of other verbs to form the past perfect: a covering for the head that is not part of a piece of clothing)
with: wit(used to say that people or things are in a place together or are doing something together: the ability to use words in a clever and humorous way)
him: hymn(used, usually as the object of a verb or preposition, to refer to a man, boy, or male animal that has just been mentioned or is just about to be mentioned: a song of praise that Christians sing to God)
Were:  whirr( past simple of be: (especially of machines) to make a low, soft, continuous sound)
as: us(used in comparisons to refer to the degree of something: used as the object of a verb or a preposition to refer to a group that includes the speaker and at least one other person)

bibliography:

http://americanliterature.com/author/kate-chopin/short-story/the-story-of-an-hour

http://dictionary.cambridge.org/es/diccionario/ingles/us

THE MCWILLIAMSES AND THE BURGLAR ALARM

it was a gorgeous love, fairly            

valuable and I like that curly…

curly and awesome hair.

She have that hair, spruce
with that eyes easy to use

With a surrounding bawn

With the smile dawn.

But with something awful

And that was the way she mash

With the other men unlawful…

Love from the trash

she painted on me like chalk
not easy to see but creates a shock

But she is like a sojer
with a look like a boulder.

The cander of my heart

was the Pander of my soul

They call me wuss

And they create a fuss

They call me fool

For loosing you
bibliography:
https://americanliterature.com/author/mark-twain/short-story/the-mcwilliamses-and-the-burglar-alarm

a true story, repeated word for word as i heard i- mark twain

" aunt rachel has gradually risen, while she warmed to her subject, and now she towered above us, black against the stars"

https://www.instagram.com/p/BIWYT1_BVmhgJU7DLKWo5luIMGGJ9A-aKAVaAA0/?taken-by=nicolasrodriguez_10

bibliography:
https://americanliterature.com/author/mark-twain/short-story/a-true-story-repeated-word-for-word-as-i-heard-it

One autumn night- Maxim Gorky

https://www.instagram.com/p/BIWCP9YhC1Wf44ryU0U5OVu_STzF_nBw8K08Sc0/?taken-by=nicolasrodriguez_10

bibliography:
http://americanliterature.com/author/maxim-gorky/short-story/one-autumn-night

THE MODEL MILLIONAIRE

'Poor old chap! said Hughie, 'how miserable he looks! But I suppose, to you painters, his face is his fortune?'

RIKI TIKKI TAVI

When the "wild" animales put over their life the life of humans is caused by love or by being greatful about helping them for being alive, that's why a wild animal could help people and also put over their life for protecting who help it, not all animals are the dame, not all wild animals are assasins, in their heart exists something and how humans threat them would mark the difference.

THE SPHINX WITHOUT A SECRET

                                              THE WONDER HEART

Each beautiful woman have a really incomprehensible heart, that one that shows some feelings that make you feel all but at the same time make you feel as nothing, as a depreciable and disgusting dust particle, also they tend to say that anyone know what they feel but there is something out there.

Every day in each action the women used to thought that everybody have to know what they think, what they are talking about, and also they feel like in a popular step of being “special”, the real explication for this is that every woman keep on them a secret, that evolving secret that anyone want to knows but she have something inside, that crazy part that used to keep that secret, that crazy part that makes them different and dangerous.

Oh but by other side, the way in which they hide that mystery is the way in which the mysterious things get in love with reality and with the dreams of having her on my arms, in the way in which the mystery would be the attractive and the element that creates love…mysterious and different love, that one that is always on mind but you doesn´t know why.

But when I realize I just have been loosed on that eyes, that gorgeous eyes that make me feel alive, hide, important, special…part of her mystery, part of her. I wish I could found something right there, something real or a real definition of feeling dead, but no dead of being on a thumb, better like being there for having not knowledge of what she hides…in that way I´m not alive.

I must try, I must understand, I must see on her what she hides, see it on how she acts but “women are meant to be loved, not to be understood” Oscar wilde and I decided to follow that, to love her, to give my all to her without asking only loving but I just want to understand or only to know, why if I love her a give her what I am, now she leave me and say before she goes…-you must understand-?

I decide to stop there and love her.