THE RACE ISSUE

https://prezi.com/ekludtdvsxjz/the-evolution-of-racism-in-the-usa/


http://www.pbs.org/race/000_About/002_04-background-02-01.htm

GAME OF THRONES

TRAILER SEASON 1

                                                             
Chaos

                                                TRAILER SEASON 2

TRAILER SEASON 3

 Chaos Preview

A tribute : Choices

A tribute : All men must die

THRILLER

Giacomo Puccini Biography Composer (1858–1924)

http://www.biography.com/people/giacomo-puccini-9448208

I Wouldn't Mind - He Is We

4th year ESO


HELLO        ADELE

3rd year ESO


SKYFALL               ADELE

Taylor Swift - We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE'S 400 ANNIVERSARY 1616-2016

BBC TRIBUTE TO WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

HAMLET 

 Hamlet's Soliloquy from Act III, sceneI

SCENE: As King Claudius and Polonius observe him from behind an arras, Hamlet seems to contemplate suicide.

HAMLET: To be, or not to be -- that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.--Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.


http://www.hamlet-shakespeare.com/monologues/hamlet_soliloquy.html

ROMEO AND JULIET 

BA

http://www.shakespeare-online.com/plays/balconyscene/romeoandjulietbalconyscene.html 

 

Sonnet CXVI

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/116