This is a
nice topic to write; I remember that when I was young, I usually skip English
class just because I didn’t like the format and the teachers. It’s get boring
talk about thinks like holydays or place to go, boring movies of England people
doing England things. Maybe I get boring of England and Marry Poppins, maybe that’s
all; the weariness of London, and the activities of pronunciation talking the
same things over and over again. But one day I discover that the English was
more than a subject, that day was when my literature teacher show us Willem Dafoe reading a poem; “The raven” of Edgard Alan Poe.
That day I discover what
English is all about, the music and the rhyme of the language, so different to Spanish.
Some says that its more easy to rhyme in English, so that’s why they have so
many song, personally I think that’s because English have conquer the world by
the industry not by itself and the production of books and songs its related to
a material condition. But there is
something mystic about this language, when I hear to Ezra Pound I fell that,
but I can’t describe it, so listen:
In my day
life, I use a lot of English to do research and discover new things on the
internet. All my Google search are made in English just because the “Spanish internet”
is more confuse, indirect, sometimes stupid. When I have a problem and I need
to know how to solve it, I use English; they have a better manage of the
information and data, just because the world is writing in that language. But sometimes I get scary to become a gringo
lover, I know one guy that says that Spanish it’s a terrible language and non-one
can think well in this language “there is no philosophy in Spanish, just the
Quijote, that’s the only good think you can say in Spanish”.
