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January 17, 2013, 11:13:30 AM Last Edit: January 17, 2013, 11:15:52 AM by MilesChristi
Los Italianos, los franceses, los portugueses, y los alemanes tienen sus foros aqui.
Este grupo es para los que hablan español. De donde vienen? Hay otros Colombianos aqui?
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Bonaventure

#1
January 17, 2013, 11:49:05 AM
¡Dale!
"If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me."

Ancilla Domini

#2
January 17, 2013, 11:51:47 AM
Quote from: MilesChristi on January 17, 2013, 11:13:30 AM
Los Italianos, los franceses, los portugueses, y los alemanes tienen sus foros aqui.
Este grupo es para los que hablan español.

Yo no hablo muy bien español.  :(

Pero me gusta mucho!  :)

QuoteDe donde vienen?

Soy tejana.

QuoteHay otros Colombianos aqui?

¿Eres colombiano, Miles? Conozco un otro aquí.

MilesChristi

#3
January 17, 2013, 04:58:31 PM
Mis padres son. Yo naci en Nueva York.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Vetus Ordo

#4
January 17, 2013, 06:09:48 PM
"Españoli"?

Que lengua es esa?
DISPOSE OUR DAYS IN THY PEACE, AND COMMAND US TO BE DELIVERED FROM ETERNAL DAMNATION, AND TO BE NUMBERED IN THE FLOCK OF THINE ELECT.

MilesChristi

#5
January 17, 2013, 06:57:42 PM
Quote from: Vetus Ordo on January 17, 2013, 06:09:48 PM
"Españoli"?

Que lengua es esa?

esas la lengua que hace mi computador quando intento de cambiar lenguajes.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

MilesChristi

#6
January 17, 2013, 07:00:46 PM
Actualmente yo no pienso que es un i pero un ¡.
La forma correcta es ¡Español!.
Accidentalmente, yo puse ¡ en ves de !, porque no estoy acostumbrado al
teclado español (de mi computador hecho para escribir ingles.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Vetus Ordo

#7
January 17, 2013, 07:09:01 PM
De verdad, el nombre correcto de la lengua es Castellano, no Español.
DISPOSE OUR DAYS IN THY PEACE, AND COMMAND US TO BE DELIVERED FROM ETERNAL DAMNATION, AND TO BE NUMBERED IN THE FLOCK OF THINE ELECT.

Gottmitunsalex

#8
January 17, 2013, 07:12:12 PM
Quote from: Vetus Ordo on January 17, 2013, 07:09:01 PM
De verdad, el nombre correcto de la lengua es Castellano, no Español.
Bien dicho.
"Nothing is more miserable than those people who never failed to attack their own salvation. When there was need to observe the Law, they trampled it under foot. Now that the Law has ceased to bind, they obstinately strive to observe it. What could be more pitiable that those who provoke God not only by transgressing the Law but also by keeping it? But at any rate the Jews say that they, too, adore God. God forbid that I say that. No Jew adores God! Who say so? The Son of God say so. For he said: "If you were to know my Father, you would also know me. But you neither know me nor do you know my Father". Could I produce a witness more trustworthy than the Son of God?"  St. John Chrysostom  Sunday Homily

"The two goals of the Jews: The universal domination of the world and the destruction of Catholicism, out of hatred for Christ" --Mgr. Jouin

MilesChristi

#9
January 17, 2013, 07:43:20 PM
correcto.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
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