The metaphor of the Green Bottles

The metaphor of the Green Bottles Memory is the Latin lapsus. Loss of memory is English. Each choice is my affliction. Write clear: there are some things that I can recall in recent days. Especially my first few years of school. But do not forget a few things about my last call school primary school. In those days, nobody bothered about the meaning of acronymn, LA We beat our chests and proudly announced to the students of schools of which played a bite And the children who come from Los Angeles to think of it, meant the local authority , not Los Angeles LA But the real let me try to remember a couple of things about me: A hot afteoon, a boy, because it was not a man older than 7 years his teacher, had drawn a long machete to decapitate his teacher that he had been offended for some reason, snakes were always going through the green fields (the school is surrounded by a forest) is a survey of drinking water the cold water they say they have the stomach (God knows how many microorganisms to wash our gullets) and the city where this school was known, was chained by the Indians-Lander brothers Richard and John White, and two scouts who were there to find the tributary of the River Niger to the Atlantic Ocean . The chain-only tourist attraction in the city-state on display at the palace of the king (I never OT). I do not have to write the pacification of the primitive tribes of the Lower Niger. Albert Achebe Chinalulumogu Whiteman knew that it provides. I mean that Chinua Achebe wrote Things Fall Apart. Writers prefer to shorten poetic names - nomenclature, like me, but things soon start to fall further, let me remind you one thing that I do not forget that the school is not an accident, but an innocent song. It was leaed that the first song ten green bottles hanging on the wall. The professor who almost loses his head-taught us that song. When the sun is at its meridian, slepping we raise children to sing and dance Ten green bottles hanging on the wall. E 'was an accomplished singer and dancer herself, and try to overcome, as we have evaded our lives, we sang raucous, drums at our desks, the only way to be happy-free opportunity to disturb the peace. One thing that nobody has dared to ask, however, was the reason why the ten green bottles hanging on the wall fell on the floor. Is not well fixed to the wall, or that the bottle is always falling, like a tie? Should only be his destiny and a great shame shame. But the professor, smiling, was always smiling, told us that it is a poem. And this assumes that strange things happen in poetry. Consider the strange poetry on three blind mice that developed after the wife of the farmer. Surprisingly, the cruel mother without milk of human kindness in his breast a carving knife and betook complicates the face of anxiety by cutting the tail! Question: How did three blind mice find their way? Because after just after the wife of the farmer? No matter, it's poetry. . . But I look ten botttles green hanging on the wall and see it again. Methink is not a poem, but an allegory of life. The men are the green bottle, the wall represents the world, and the land on which the drop is severe fate of men. In this sense, every man, woman or child, walk on the face of this cursed land, is waiting for an accident waiting to happen. It could be the space shuttle Challenger as (the bodies were sent to orbit the UFO), or a Russian submarine (buried in the cold water) or worse in an explosion at Cheobyl style (buried in a tomb suspended). But there is another version of the green bottle in connection with the story of a criminal conviction. When asked his last question, the man with the intention of delaying his death, has called to sing admitted ten million green bottles hanging on the wall. He was bound. The Executioner slept and awoke. After 4 weeks, the singer was sentenced somewhere around nine million nine thousand and little green bottles. This is an interesting version of the song. However, the singer and the song ended the longest song in history continues to date with the executioner. Everything about this world is clear refuse waste. Sleep, wake up and finally win. Even if he sings ten billion bottles of green, the last song, and that one day your deserved Quietus. So if you have not done your will, to acknowledge, NOW! As one of the ten, not six billion green bottles hanging on the wall soon crash killed the mother earth, waiting for the beneficiaries of his will to the rear. Your honor is just the latest red soil, that is, if you're not some Hindus, which his body was cremated and scattered in the Ganges. But the fact is that clay is the lack of recent days. Man of the final resting place seems to be a dark, oily soil. The oil does not live his mouth because of poverty, is now a bathroom forever, and all the bones in a cemetery polluted by oil spills. This means that if one was not buried in the watery-grave cemeteries in the country have been flooded (no thanks to global warming). What then is his legacy on this earth, son of Adam? Will soon be on his death and the desire that their loved ones saved from the cold hands Death.But just would not be able to view its contents last moments and close your eyes. Or sit down soon with a friend dies, his son, wife or husband. And I implore rescue from the last assessment. But it is just crying and see Sheol embarrassment to them, and live forever in disgrace - the torment of their inability to provide an estimate of Hades a gate. So the next time you hear a little singing ten green bottles hanging on the wall, never Nods his head in ecstatic approval or tap your feet on the ground to the rhythm of poetry innocent. Nor should we ever forget that the green cross is a symbol of regeneration and longevity. As the "eteal" sequoia tree in North America so they can remain for centuries. On the contrary, it is his last rites. This, in my opinion, is the metaphor of the green bottle, hanging precariously on the wall! 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