Evening settles along San Antonio’s River Walk
where the river has carried centuries~
Payaya canoes gliding through reeds,
Franciscan friars mapping water to mission,
stone masons shaping banks
that would one day cradle a city.
The water moves with its old patience,
green and unhurried,
bearing the memory of every hand
that once depended on its flow.
Cypress roots clutch the earth
the way they did long before
the first chapel bells rang.
Bridges replace where footpaths once wound.
Boats slip past,
their lights shimmering like stories
recalling river foraging,
and irrigation lifelines
I feel how the river gathers every era~
Indigenous footsteps,
mission bells, and
modern dusk~
The place seems almost sacred,
not through grandeur,
but through the
quiet and faithful way
it keeps passing moments
in the curve of its water.
In the halls of the
United Nations
truth walks slowly.
Speeches travel faster.
António Guterres,
are you leading—
or following?
A throne of diplomacy
was given to you.
Not to decorate silence.
But to confront power.
Yet the world burns.
Gaza
is smoke.
Lebanon trembles.
Syria bleeds.
Iran stands
under the shadow of war.
Inside the chamber
men speak of peace.
Outside the chamber
guns answer.
This is the theatre of nations.
A place where rulers perform
virtue
while power writes the script.
Machiavelli knew this truth:
A prince who cannot act
becomes a symbol.
And symbols
do not stop wars.
Tell me then—
What is the value
of a council of nations
that cannot restrain
the violence of kings?
What is the worth
of authority
that commands no obedience?
If power hides behind speeches
it becomes ritual.
And ritual
comforts the powerful
while the weak suffer.
The world listens
to the sound of declarations.
But history listens
for courage.
For in the end
the question is simple:
Did the chair of power
guide the world—
or merely watch
as it burned?
Feral pigs
animal that ate
San Antonio
Fill in the blanks with suitable words
1.When was your first dash of me.
2.To listen to reason is to display dash.
3.The higher you go,the dash it gets.
4.I have been reading dash two hours.
5.Hamza is very good dash telling jokes.
6.I am not dash with this neighborhood.
7.I will go dash a vacation next month.
8.A suprise gift is hidden under the dash.
9.The medicine will dash your pain.
10.The cake was cut dash four pieces.
11.The film is based dash a true story.
12.She apologized dash her son's poor behavior.
13.It is a dash to tell a lie.
14.He is as firm as a dash.
15.I sat down dash a chair.
Note.Aunty ka Ada high su...
So, Antonio is aboard that ship?
Let me see that vessel sink
and have him come to me.
based on the play "The Tempest" by William Shakespeare
The law authorities apprehended a man named Antonio.
I have never met him before as he is someone I don't know.
He contends that a while ago, he gave me some money.
Now he wants it back to pay for bail that would set him free.
Antonio kept calling me "Sebastian"; this seemed like an oddity.
This action suddenly got my mind to be thinking.
Is it possible my brother survived the ship sinking?
Based on the play "Twelfth Night" by William Shakespeare.
How could you get yourself in such a predicament, Antonio?
So many times before, you had to bail out your friend Bassanio.
He has shown himself to be profligatory and irresponsible.
This time, Bassanio asks for a three thousand ducat principal.
Bassanio goes to Shylock, the Jewish money lender.
There is an unusual loan condition Shylock would render:
He gets a pound of Antonio's flesh if he is not paid back on time.
Even back in those days, didn't that seem like a crime?
I'm not going to spoil it for you by telling how it ends.
I will just say that it is always good to have influential friends.
Based on the play "The Merchant of Venice" by William Shakespeare
Hidden mission in seclution,
close to owners private mansion,
military reservation.
Grapes are grown here.
Soil's good given cultivation.
Seed crops show wealth.
adios gringo
buenos dias muchacho
hastsa la vista
si signorita
gracia para sombrero
signore lo perdí
a rio grandé
cruzar sierra madré
voy a san miguel
san hosé, san juan
pedir san antonio
decir por favor
Enjoy the music here.
http://mike-martin.net/Intervention
evening moon rise
I watch with the fountain,
a youth
searching for answers
who am I
what am I
where am I really?
most importantly
why am I here?
the rainbow colors of the water
make me lonelier
a lost soul
they call me
suddenly a vision
of the fountain
and the water
flowing into
the other.
oh, I am both
the water
and the fountain
flowing endlessly
Still lonely
and alone
beating heart
now
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