The Hawthorne Passage - Agalloch Guitar Cover

So, this is a guitar cover video that I made last week. It's a cover of "The Hawthorne Passage" one of my favourite Agalloch songs from the album The Mantle. Hope you enjoy it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DZNxbFVs0c4

Thanks for watching :)

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Teaching you Progressive Spanish

Hi people. A couple of months ago I released a pilot episode for a podcast series called Teaching You Spanish. I only made one episode and I pretty much left the project abandoned for a while. I was trying to teach you spanish using spaced repetiton, little story lines and role-play, really similar than Pimsleur but I guess a little bit more realistic.

Now, I've decided to revive this project but not longer as a podcast series, but more like a youtube video series. I didn't like doing the podcast pilot, it was just too boring for me and I guess it was too boring for you to listen as well. So I decided to make things more visual, more fluent and more compact. Everything that you will learn here is progressive and sequential and hopefully, it will make you functional in Spanish. Currently I've released two episodes but there are more episodes to come. Hope you enjoy the series, and if you really like them, subscribe to my YouTube channel. Also, I'm open to suggestions, if you really would like to know how to do something in spanish (how to call an ambulance or how to handle x or y situation in spanish, etc.) just tell me and I will make an episode just about that.

I want this to be a fun interactive course in which you could help me decide what is what you want to know next time.

I hope you'll enjoy the series and subscribe for more episodes, thanks a lot for watching :)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jw3tu65eKMs

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grV823SAvbg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FGS_pBB0EyY

 

 

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Goddess of Thunder (Short Novel in Progress) Chapter 7

The seventh installment is here.

VII

"Does it hurt?" said the doctor, inspecting Ailine's arm.

"A little bit"

Ailine was in a small wooden infirmary. It was the first time than an actual medic checked her, but she wasn't sure if he was an ACTUAL medic because he was incredibly young, probably younger than her or about the same age.

"And now? It hurts?"

"Yes, it does"

She quickly became bored by the meticulous and slow diagnostic that the doctor was trying to make. There was a small window besides her and she wanted to sneak peek outside, she hadn't seen her motorcycle since the accident so she wanted to know where it was and how bad had the damage been.

"Could you please hold still?" said the doctor a little impatient.

"Sorry I was just... trying to see where my bike was, I hadn't seen it."

"Don't worry; I'm sure it's fine."

Ailine didn't like those kinds of empty consolations, in fact, that made her even more impatient, her sight returned to the window.

"Is this going to take any longer?"

"Young lady" he said while holding her arm a little bit tight, "I need you to remain patient and to tell me if it..."

"AAAUUUUU" she screamed.

"I will take that as a yes" the doctor concluded.

"Are you done?"

"Yes, that would be all..."

He took his glasses off and he step aside.

"So?" Ailine asked.

"It's just a sprain; your arm is not really broken."

Ailine felt a strong relief; however, the pain in her arm was still very present. Broken or not, her arm was giving her a hard time.

"So... what should I do?, my arm still hurts a little bit"

"Well, try not to lift any heavy thing, let it rest and protect it a lot... use your bike only to get home, you don't want another accident like that."

That was the last thing that Ailine wanted to hear.

"When will the pain go away?"

"Well... if you do what I say and you stay out of trouble, probably about two weeks."

She wasn't going to do what he said and she was going to be in trouble. The Grey Canyon was becoming more of challenge than she actually imagined.

Outside the small infirmary Ailine was desperately looking for her bike, she returned to the place of the fall but there was nothing there. For a moment she even formulated the ridiculous idea that maybe this town had an old and ancient hatred toward motorcycles so they took it and secretly destroyed it.

"Hey young lady, come here" a couple of kids screamed at her.

Ailine went to where they were but they decided to run, so she followed them. They were running across the whole town and she was beginning to get tired about this, her arm began to ache and she was no longer up to the task of following these kids.

"What's the matter young lady?" one of them asked.

"I'm sorry, I just came from the infirmary and I don't have the energy for this"

The kids understood, so they said:

"Ok, don't worry, just stay there, will ya? We'll come back!"

Ailine didn't expect that answer.

"Ok, I'll be here"

She sat on the floor and the kids went away, the pain was starting to increase, so she grabbed her arm, it didn't resolve anything but at least it gave her some sort of placebo.

It was at this moment and for the first time that Ailine saw the town in its natural flow of activities. People visiting other people's houses, small business receiving a good deal of costumers and a lot of residents passing by, all of them greeting her with a colloquial "howdy".

Sheriff Tim Olson was also passing by.

"Howdy, young lady, I just spoke with the doctor, he told me that you should take it east by now."

"Yes, since I'm a biker I cannot make any promises but... I'll try."

Sheriff Olson saw how Ailine was grabbing her arm because of the pain.

"Well, you know, you should really try hard, for the sake of that arm."

"Yeah, I will get use to ignoring the pain, don't worry"

The sheriff was confused by that answer.

"Well you know, pain is not something that should be ignored, that's the whole point of it"

"Don't worry, Sheriff. I need to ignore it, otherwise if I think too much about it I'll crash into the first thing I see."

The sheriff finally got the message.

"Ok young lady. But if at any moment the pain becomes too difficult to ignore...

"... I know, I know. She interrupted him. "I will pay a visit to the doctor."

That was not actually the suggestion that the sheriff was going to make.

"Well, you know... I respect what doctors do, and I know that most of the times they do a splendid job. But I'm also a follower of the more... spiritual kind of medicine."

Ailine had no idea what the sheriff was talking about.

"Spiritual, you say?"

He had seen that face of skepticism and confusion before.

"Yes... I know what you're thinking about, but you would understand if you try it."

Ailine was even more confused.

"But, what do you mean by that?"

The sheriff began to look for the right sequence of words to express this.

"You know... sometimes... we jump to the conclusion that we need some sort of... outside drug or outside stimulus to cure everything... and there are cases when that it's true. But... to be honest, any superficial wound is sometimes maximize by something inside, so what really needs to be taken care of is what's inside and believe me, no outside force can do this, only yourself."

Ailine realize that the sheriff was a much smarter man than she originally assumed. In some way, he was able to read her pretty well from the first moment that he saw her and now, she understood everything.

There was a small silence in the conversation but by the way that Ailine was looking at him, he knew that she got the message.

"But... how can you do that?" she asked him.

The sheriff smiled because that was the exact question that he was expecting.

"If some day you wanna learn, I would be delighted to present you my teacher, he taught me everything I now, and I figure you two will get along pretty well."

"I will consider" Ailine said.

Finally the kids returned.

"Here it is, young lady"

The kids were accompanied by an adult and they were bringing Ailine's bike back to her.

"Looks like she has completely recovered" said the sheriff.

The bike had an entirely new tire and it look almost new.

"I can't believe it!" she said, with a great smile in her face.

"Well, you better do, Rob here is one of the best mechanics of this whole county."

"Here you have, young lady!" said Rob the mechanic, "the tire you were using was rotten, but don't worry; now you have an entirely new tire in perfect conditions and ready to go."

Ailine didn't know how to thank them, but she also felt terribly ashamed.

"Thanks for everything, but, I'm so sorry, I don't have any money with me, right now.

"Don't worry, young lady." Rob said, "That won't be needed at all."

"You're already helping us by bringing Mrs.Pamel the food that she wants; it would be if we charged you instead of helping you."

Ailine didn't know what to say, so she let her silence and awkwardness speak. Rob and the sheriff laughed a little bit, Ailine thanked them one more time and she got on the bike.

"Can I go with you?" one of the kids asked.

"C'mon Mark, let the young lady go, she doesn't want to take care of spoiled kids like you" said Rob to the kid.

"Heeeeeeeeey" responded Mark.

All of them laughed, but Ailine laughter was the shortest. The image of the Grey Canyon invaded her head. She looked at the boy thinking: Believe me boy; you wouldn't wanna go where I'm going.

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Fastest way to learn languages: TPR

In this video I discuss Total Physical Response a little bit, more specifically this is going to be a review of Learning Another Language Through Actions which is the quintessential book about TPR. Total Physical Response is now considered to be one the fastest ways to learn languages:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fpxbAlR1i3c

Here's the video I quote:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ikZY6XpB214

Thanks for watching :)

 

 

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Goddess of Thunder (Short Novel in Progress) Chapter 6

 

Goddess of Thunder is back, sorry for the delay, with my thesis, exams and social service I haven't found the energy to write, March was a really heavy month for me but I'm sure April will be more relaxing and I'll be able to continue working on the different projects that I have going on right now, here's the sixth chapter. Also, I think that I'm going to start calling Goddess of Thunder a short story by now because I don't think that it enters in the parameters of a short story anymore. Anyway, hope you enjoy.

VI

The day was shiny and the clouds bigger and brighter than ever, she soon find out that the town looked completely different during daylight; it looked as a completely different place. She even though that maybe what happened last night was just some terrible nightmare, but this time it wasn't the case. Ailine needed to get her bike back, she didn't even know if it was still alive, and a part of her didn't expect it to be, but she still had to look for it.

The last time she saw it was at Da Speller workshop, it was parked outside, just beside where the bikers were, so that's why she didn't have much hope. If the bikers didn't destroy it, the fire probably did. Eventually, she returned to Da Speller's workshop, or better yet the remains of it. There was an immense and strong smell of fuel, so much that Ailine had to cover her mouth and nose to push forward. The place looked and smelled like a graveyard, it even look more grotesque with the contrast of the bright light. If Da Speller looked at this he was going to be even more broken, perhaps he wasn't even going to return here. And then she saw it, her bike was there, almost exactly where she had left it, but there seemed to be something strange about it.

It had a flat tire and there was something stuck in it, a small object. It was a bullet from Da Speller's revolver.

"Nice shooting" she though.

There was no way of riding it, so she had to carry on walking while pushing the bike and there was only one place where she could go.

***

It took her almost three hours of walking and pushing to get there, but she finally did it, the gas station/restaurant.

"Listen, I don't have a lot of money" she said to the mechanic of the gas station.

"And how much money you DO have?"

She showed him whatever was left on her pocket. The mechanic touched his chin.

"C'mon, there's got to be some kind of tire that I can buy with this!"

"Yes, there is but, you can't expect much of it."

"I don't care, I’ll buy it" she said without thinking twice.

"Ok, but I hope that you're not travelling too far."

Ailine left the mechanic working on his bike and entered the restaurant; she was once again looking for a favor.

***

                "No!, you're not welcomed here anymore!" said the waiter.

"Why? I did nothing!"

"I told you where Da Speller lives, and the next thing I know, he's workshop is on fire and the man is nowhere to be found."

"I wasn't responsible for that, in fact, I actually kind of save his life!"

"Oh, is that so?" said the waiter while crossing his arms.

"Yeah, he was attacked by a gang, I was the one who warned him and help him escape."

His face changed completely.

"So, you know where he is?" he asked with a really serious tone.

"Last time I saw him, he was at the woods burying his dog, he was about to call his brother because he was planning to organize a race."

The waiter's face returned to its question mode.

"Are you sure you aren't high?"

Another waiter interrupted their conversation, there was a call waiting for him so he went to pick it up.

Ailine sat on one empty table and she looked through the window. She was looking at the mechanic as he found the proper tire for the price she paid. It seemed that he had found the one, it was an ugly and rusty tire, with all kinds of damages and scratched but for some reason it was still functional. Ailine had felt so low at that point.

"Well I'll be damn!" said the waiter as he approached Ailine. "It looks like I owe you an apology".

"Probably, but my honor is not really hurt because of you" responded Ailine.

"I just talked to the boss, they found Da Speller a couple of minutes ago in the central highway. It seems that his story and you story seem to coincide. My boss even told me that you indeed kinda saved his life. So, I'm sorry, I guess you're still welcome here."

Ailine raised her hand.

"An apology is not necessary ... but something else is."

The waiter smiled.

"It's always the same thing with you, isn't it?"

"C'mon, you don't get bored with me around"

"I guess so, but then again, being bored is highly underrated. Go ahead, tell me what you need."

Ailine felt once again that he was abusing from this man's courtesy.

"Look... can you get me a job?, I really need money right now" she asked.

The waiter expected a question of that nature so he wasn't surprised.

"Do you cook?"

"No"

"Would you like to be a waitress?"

"No offense, but no"

"Do you have experience as an accounter?"

"Zero"

The waiter began to scratch his head, there was nothing she could do here and there weren't a lot of chances that she could find a job anywhere else. He looked through the window and then he found his answer.

"We have been planning a little project for a few months and... I guess your skills as a rider could be of some use."

"Really? what is it?" she said with great enthusiasm.

"You can calm yourself, it's nothing exciting."

 

***

 

There was a positive thing in all of this; she was able to travel many, many miles. She could spend a lot of time on the road and being paid, which was exactly what she wanted, but this time, she was exploring uncharted territory.

Before arriving to the small town that she was going to be attending for the next weeks, Ailine didn't stop thinking about the race, the more she thought about it, the more she concluded that it was going the be the decisive moment of her life. She needed to go to the Grey Canyon, she needed to practice but she was even afraid of doing that. All of the gangs were going to be there, it was going to be her against the world. She wanted to say to herself "Well, I will try my best", but no, there was no place for that in her mind, there was only the "I have to, I must, I will".

She returned back to the current world and she almost missed a turn. Delivering food to distant towns wasn't such a painful job, after all. It gave her the time to think and to meditate, but that time was over because she had arrived.

As she entered, she soon noticed that this town was its own world, it wasn't big, but for the people who lived there, it didn't need it to be. The town was a bright and open space surrounded by grass, the houses were made out of roble and there was probably a technological drawback of almost ten years. It was almost as she had traveled back in time to the period of her childhood, she almost became paralyze for a moment so she quickly put her glasses on and she was able to control whatever was happening to her much better.

All the people, kids and adults began to look at her as she passed the entrance; they seemed worried or better yet attentive for the arrival of another stranger.

Although it lacked a lot of technological innovation, it was hard to consider it a poor town. All of the wooden houses were in optimal conditions and, the people wore clean clothes and it seemed that they didn't struggle that much to get food or water. She was supposed to deliver this meal to an old lady who lived in the high part of the town, as she advanced more and more, she felt that the roaring sound of her bike was invading and destroy the calm and serenity that the town had.

Suddenly, an old man screamed at her.

"Young lady!"

Ailine stopped her bike and began to look around, there was an old bearded man with a weird hat approaching her, Ailine supposed that he was the sheriff of the town or something like that, for a minute she though that she was in trouble.

"Howdy, young lady" said the old man as he approached Ailine.

"Howdy yourself"

The old man smiled and she quickly analyzed her.

"My name is Tim Olson, I'm the sheriff of this small town, we don't get a lot of strangers or newcomers around here, so, with all the respect in the world, may I ask what's your name and what brought you here?"

Ailine, soon find out that all the town was looking at her. Incredibly and for the first time ever, she couldn't stand the sound of her own bike, she felt that it was destroying all the atmosphere of this place so she turn it off for a second.

"My name is Ailine, I work for the Motojet Restaurant, and I’m going to be coming here to deliver meals to Mrs. Pamel."

The sheriff smiled at her.

"That's all we needed to know, pleasure to meet you Ailine and we're so sorry for the inconvenience, Mrs. Pamel lives just on top of that hill over there."

The sheriff smiled at her once again and he let her go, the whole town seemed more relax by now. Ailine started the engine once again, still thinking that the sound of the bike was somewhat harmful for the place where she was.

Finally, Ailine made it to the top of the hill, it was a little bit colder up here but it was also a great peace and serenity in the air. Just as she reached the top, Ailine could instantly see Mrs.Pamel's house. As all of the others, it was a wooden house with a modest yet pretty and well conserved outlook, it was a little bit bigger than all the others and also a little bit more mysterious.

Ailine opened the red box that her bike was carrying and she took out the special meal that her new cooking partners had just prepared. Mrs. Pamel was a vegetarian and the Motojet restaurant was the only place around which also had vegan meals on the menu, she was too old to cook and also too old to go all the way to the restaurant.

Ailine approached the house and knock the door without trying to be too disturbing.

"Mrs. Pamel, I'm from the Motojet restaurant... I' brought you the meal you ordered."

There was no response and she could only sense the noise of the echo of her voice.

"Mrs. Pamel?" she tried once again.

"Come in, lovely, it’s open" said the soothing voice of an old woman.

Inside the house, there was a constant aroma of medical herbs and other botanical elements; as soon as she entered she realized that the house was too big for one person and that Ms. Pamel was probably a widow seeing all the pictures of a lovely couple that were hanging on the walls. The main corridor had a lot of doors and she had no idea where Mrs. Pamel was.

"Mrs. Pamel?"

"Second door, lovely, please, come in"

As she advanced towards the second door, the smell of medical herbs became much stronger. She entered the room, which was Mrs. Pamel bedroom. The old lady was lying in bed, she had obviously woken up hours before and was excitingly waiting for her visit. Mrs. Pamel greeted Ailine with a great and vivid smile; Ailine returned the smile, feeling a little bit awkward.

"Hi, sweety. What's your name?"

"My name is Ailine, I will be delivering you your meals for the following months, pleased to meet you Mrs. Pamel."

"The pleasure is all mine" said the old lady as she tried to stand up, "please, leave the plate over there." she pointed at a small wooden desk.

Ailine left the meal where Mrs. Pamel indicated.

"You arrived just in time, I find it weird for such a young lady to arrive exactly at the hour." said the old lady as she walked towards the small wooden desk.

"I'm a biker so; time is not really that much of a problem to me."

"Time is a problem to everybody my dear, doesn't matter what vehicle you drive."

The old lady was preparing everything to start her meal. The dish that she had ordered was pasta with red beans and an orange juice. It was on that moment when Ailine took of her glasses and started to observe Ms. Pamel’s entire bedroom in more detail. It was all painted in white but there were paintings all over it. The paintings all had the same recurring theme: space. Galaxies, constellations, planets and solar systems inhabited in that old lady's bedroom. It was unusual to see an old lady interested in that type of art.

"Wow, they are beautiful." Ailine said, it was the first time that she had seen so much detail on a painting, so much realism. They were like photographs of space itself.

"Oh, thank you, yes I guess they are." said Mrs. Pamel with her distinguished smile.

"How?..where did you get these things?"

Mrs. Pamel started eating and after chewing her first bit, she answered:

"Some were made by my husband, some were made by me."

Ailine still contemplated them, if she had money, she would have made an offer. But she knew that there was no point in that, she didn't even have a home of her own.

A few minutes passed, with no more tasks left to do and seeing that the Gray Canyon was awaiting, Ailine realized that her task was done for the day.

"Well, Mrs. Pamel. I hope that you enjoy your meal; I will recover the dishes tomorrow. Now, if you excuse me."

"Why are you leaving so soon, do you need to go right away?"

Ailine stopped her step.

"Huh... I have to go ... somewhere."

"C'mon my dear, stay for a little while, since we're going to see each other quiet frequently, we should know each other a little bit, I'm sure that your other business can wait for a little bit."

With no other way of contradicting the poor old lady, Ailine accepted her requested and she decided to stay. There was an empty chair behind her. She brought the chair close to the old lady and she sat down.

The old lady ate her pasta slowly and with great enjoyment, Ailine didn't know what to say or do, so she waited for her to talk.

"Where are you from, dear? And how did you become a biker? You’re the first one I see."

Ailine didn't want to talk about it, Ailine never wanted to talk about it, she hated remembering things, but she knew that a conversation with an old lady was all about remembering things.

"I'm from a small town, very much like this one. And well, one day I found a bike and... Well, I pretty much became a biker."

The old lady got the hint that Ailine wasn't comfortable talking about this, but she was still quite interested in her character.

"Do you belong to a gang?"

"No, no. I don't like gangs, I ride alone."

That was enough for the old lady to assume that Ailine was a runaway, but she just asked her to be sure.

"And, where do you live?"

Ailine didn't know how to respond, she didn't even have an answer to that question.

"Currently, I'm sleeping on a small bedroom behind the restaurant."

The old lady stopped eating.

"Oh, my god, that's terrible."

"Well, it's only temporary" she said.

"I don't care if it's temporary or not, a young lady needs a real house where she could stay. Wouldn't you like to live with me?" the old lady asked her.

She didn't expect so much hospitality from this visit; she didn't even know how to react from it.

"I...I don't think that would be convenient"

"Don't be ridiculous, just look at this house!, it's enormous, and it's all for me. It's just too much for me. Sometimes, I feel that I'm alone in a castle." said the old lady laughing.

Ailine laugh as well, not knowing how to reject her proposal.

"You're very kind, Mrs. Pamel. But I can't really accept that offer"

The old lady understood Ailine response and she stopped pushing.

"Ok, young lady, but if at any moment you need a place where to stay, you're very much welcomed here."

Ailine thanked the old lady one more time, and they both said good-bye to each other.

She was now descending the hill, trying to be as careful as possible. When she looked upfront, she realized that the entire town was watching her, which made her even more nervous while descending the hill. Finally, she was down and safe.

She instantly felt the pressure of one thousand eyes, there was only one thought escalating Ailine's mind: "Get the hell out of here!"

Ailine accelerated like a maniac to the point that she almost lost control of the bike, but there was something else, something didn't sound right. When you're a biker, you know the sound of your bike perfectly well, so when you realize that the sound is no longer the same, that means that something terrible is about to happen.

And it did.

The old and rotten tire that she bought in the gas station exploded, Ailine got catapulted from the bike and she landed almost 4 meters away. Her right arm received all of the impact of the fall. She didn't know what hurt the most, her arm, or her ears as she heard the horrible sounds that her bike made as it felt apart.

She closed her eyes for two seconds in order to swallow the pain, when she opened them; she realized that something was blocking her from the sun. The whole town was gathered around her, all of them looking at her. Ailine panicked, she tried to get up as fast as possible but the pain of her arm was still there.

Suddenly, she felt a group of hands, lifting her up slowly and with great care, as she risen, the light of the sun returned to her and she was able to see things more clearly. There was a small hand in front of her, making the sing of peace; it was the hand of a small kid.

"How many do you see, young lady?" asked the little child with a concerned yet funny voice.

"Move away Leo, let the lady breathe!" screamed an adult male voice, probably his father's.

The entire town had the same look of concern in their eyes, Ailine felt that they were overreacting, it wasn't the worst fall that she had experienced, but she was amazed of how much empathy there was in her eyes.

There were two men carrying and they brought her to the shade of a lonely tree. She sat gently under it.

"Are you alright lady? Is your head alright?" asked one of the men who were carrying her.

"I'm fine... thanks."

"Your arm doesn't look that fine" the other man said. "I think you broke it"

Ailine tried to look tougher than she was by trying to move the arm rapidly, sadly for her; the men seemed to be right.

"Is she alright?" asked Tim Olson as he was approaching.

"No, I think she broke her arm."

"The medic is on his way." said Tim.

Ailine felt so ashamed, it was the first time that she was the center of attention of a whole community and she didn't like it one bit.

"Did my bike hurt anyone?" she asked.

"No, don't worry; nothing bad happened, although you scared the crap out of some children."

The whole crowd was beginning to approach her, Tim knew that Ailine didn't like this so he quickly dismiss them.

"Alright folks, no need to worry, she is fine, her arm is the only trouble and the medic is on his way."

The crowd stopped right there but remained looking.

"It's really nothing serious, I think my bike is the one I really should be taking care of" said Ailine while trying to dissimulate the pain.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ailine" said Tim. "That was one hell of a fall, you need to be checked".

She stopped trying to act all tough and for the first time since she was a child, she let others to take care of her.

 

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The Three Main Goals in Language Learning

A lot of people might believe that learning a language is a non-sequential thing but more of a chaotic process in which you're just exposed to the language and then a lot of things start to happen and suddenly... pum... you're already speaking the language.

I know that it might seem to be that way in the eyes of the language learner but in reality, language learning, as any other skill, is a very sequential process. Do you speak the same way that you did when you were a 6-year-old? When you were 6 years old, were you able to understand documentaries about finance or were you able to get dark comedy jokes? No.

Why? because according to the sequence, you weren't able to understand stuff at that level. When you were a little child you started watching baby shows that were incredibly easy to understand (like Barney or Sesame Street), when you were a kid you started to watch shows a little bit more complex (like Batman: The Animated Series), and now that you're an adult, chances are that you watch complex dramas such as Game of Thrones, House of Cards or True Detective. All of them are shows that posses a high level of the language that a young child wouldn't be able to understand.

So that's your proof right there, you learned your L1 in a very sequential way and when it comes to a L2, it happens the same way. So, since learning a language is something sequential, you need goals in order to realize in which step of the sequence you're on.

I made a vide in which I propose what I consider to be the three main goals that you should try to achieve while learning a language:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J3GP7ut16I8

Thanks for watching and reading :)

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The Greatest Fool (Short Poem)

This one is about things I've seen that happen too frequently that I don't even know how to react.

The Greatest Fool

By Emanuel Vasconcelos

I cannot stand the smell of it.

The more I smell the more I hate.

Consuming them, I can't stand it!

Like the immigrant that settles,

One becomes accustomed by it.

Using imaginary ink

To write on the big white book.

They call me a fool 'cause I'm young,

They call me a fool 'cause I hate,

They call me a fool 'cause I'm "blind".

But then, who is the greatest fool?

The fool that hates what others call 'nature'?

The fools that named it so, in the first place?

Or the other fools who believe that to be true?

Everyone falls so easily,

I'm afraid I will be the next.

Maybe I am the greatest fool...

'cause I still raise my hopes and expect more.

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