COULD: strong & weak forms

COULD: strong & weak forms

CAN: strong & weak forms

CAN: strong & weak forms

SHALL/ SHOULD - strong and weak forms (II)

SHALL/ SHOULD - strong and weak forms (I)

TO DO: strong & weak forms

Alba´s Mind Maps!

Explanation:

The Mind Map is an expression of Radiant Thinking and is therefore a natural function of the human mind. It is a powerful graphic technique which provides a universal key to unlocking the potential of the brain. Mind Maps can be applied to every aspect of life where improved learning and clearer thinking will enhance human performance. The Mind Map has four essential characteristics:

1) The subject of attention is crystallized in a central image.

2) The main themes of the subject radiate from the central image as branches.

3) Branches consist of a key image or key word printed on an associated line. Topics of lesser importance are also represented as branches attached to higher level branches.

4) The branches form a connected nodal structure.

Mind maps may be enhanced with colour and pictures, to add interest, beauty and individuality . These in turn  add creativity, enhance memory and improve  the recall of information. Storing data efficiently multiplies your capacity. It is like the difference between a cluttered warehouse and a library with an ordering system”

Available now in a very nice colorful paperback edition here. Kindle edition here: Alba Paz's Mindmaps Kindle Edition.

LEONARD COHEN "The Future" lyrics & phonetics "ðə ˈfjuːʧə"

gɪv miː bæk maɪ ˈbrəʊkən naɪt  

maɪ ˈmɪrəd ruːm, maɪ ˈsiːkrɪt laɪf  

ɪts ˈləʊnli hɪə, 

ðeəz nəʊ wʌn lɛft tuː ˈtɔːʧə  

gɪv miː ˈæbsəluːt kənˈtrəʊl  

ˈəʊvər ˈɛvri ˈlɪvɪŋ səʊl  

ænd laɪ bɪˈsaɪd miː, ˈbeɪbi, 

ðæts ən ˈɔːdə! 

gɪv miː kræk ænd ˈeɪnəl sɛks  

teɪk ði ˈəʊnli triː ðæts lɛft  

ænd stʌf ɪt ʌp ðə həʊl  

ɪn jɔː ˈkʌlʧə  

gɪv miː bæk ðə bɜːˈlɪn wɔːl  

gɪv miː ˈstɑːlɪn ænd St pɔːl  

aɪv siːn ðə ˈfjuːʧə, ˈbrʌðə: 

ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə. 

Give me back my broken night 
my mirrored room, my secret life 
it's lonely here, 
there's no one left to torture 
Give me absolute control 
over every living soul 
And lie beside me, baby, 
that's an order! 
Give me crack and anal sex 
Take the only tree that's left 
and stuff it up the hole 
in your culture 
Give me back the Berlin wall 
give me Stalin and St Paul 
I've seen the future, brother: 
it is murder. 

θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd, slaɪd ɪn ɔːl dɪˈrɛkʃənz  

wəʊnt biː ˈnʌθɪŋ  

ˈnʌθɪŋ juː kæn ˈmɛʒər ˌɛniˈmɔː  

ðə ˈblɪzəd, ðə ˈblɪzəd ɒv ðə wɜːld  

hæz krɒst ðə ˈθrɛʃˌhəʊld  

ænd ɪt hæz ˌəʊvəˈtɜːnd  

ði ˈɔːdər ɒv ðə səʊl  

wɛn ðeɪ sɛd ˈriːpənt ˈriːpənt  

aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt  

wɛn ðeɪ sɛd ˈriːpənt ˈriːpənt  

aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt  

wɛn ðeɪ sɛd ˈriːpənt ˈriːpənt  

aɪ ˈwʌndə wɒt ðeɪ mɛnt  

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions 
Won't be nothing 
Nothing you can measure anymore 
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world 
has crossed the threshold 
and it has overturned 
the order of the soul 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 
When they said REPENT REPENT 
I wonder what they meant 

juː dəʊnt nəʊ miː frɒm ðə wɪnd  

juː ˈnɛvə wɪl, juː ˈnɛvə dɪd  

aɪm ðə ˈlɪtl ʤuː  

huː rəʊt ðə ˈbaɪbl  

aɪv siːn ðə ˈneɪʃənz raɪz ænd fɔːl  

aɪv hɜːd ðeə ˈstɔːriz, hɜːd ðɛm ɔːl  

bʌt lʌvz ði ˈəʊnli ˈɛnʤɪn ɒv səˈvaɪvəl  

jɔː ˈsɜːvənt hɪə, hiː hæz biːn təʊld  

tuː seɪ ɪt klɪə, tuː seɪ ɪt kəʊld: 

ɪts ˈəʊvə, ɪt eɪnt ˈgəʊɪŋ  

ˈɛni ˈfɜːðə  

ænd naʊ ðə wiːlz ɒv ˈhɛvn stɒp  

juː fiːl ðə ˈdɛvlz ˈraɪdɪŋ krɒp  

gɛt ˈrɛdi fɔː ðə ˈfjuːʧə: 

ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə  

You don't know me from the wind 
you never will, you never did 
I'm the little jew 
who wrote the Bible 
I've seen the nations rise and fall 
I've heard their stories, heard them all 
but love's the only engine of survival 
Your servant here, he has been told 
to say it clear, to say it cold: 
It's over, it ain't going 
any further 
And now the wheels of heaven stop 
you feel the devil's riding crop 
Get ready for the future: 
it is murder 

θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd ... 

ðeəl biː ðə ˈbreɪkɪŋ ɒv ði ˈeɪnʃ(ə)nt  

ˈwɛstən kəʊd  

jɔː ˈpraɪvɪt laɪf wɪl ˈsʌdnli ɪksˈpləʊd  

ðeəl biː ˈfæntəmz  

ðeəl biː ˈfaɪəz ɒn ðə rəʊd  

ænd ðə waɪt mæn ˈdɑːnsɪŋ  

juːl siː ə ˈwʊmən  

ˈhæŋɪŋ ˈʌpsaɪd daʊn  

hɜː ˈfiːʧəz ˈkʌvəd baɪ hɜː ˈfɔːlən gaʊn  

ænd ɔːl ðə ˈlaʊzi ˈlɪtl ˈpəʊɪts  

ˈkʌmɪŋ raʊnd  

ˈtraɪɪn tuː saʊnd laɪk ˈʧɑːli ˈmæns(ə)n  

ænd ðə waɪt mæn ˈdɑːnsɪn  

Things are going to slide ... 

There'll be the breaking of the ancient 
western code 
Your private life will suddenly explode 
There'll be phantoms 
There'll be fires on the road 
and the white man dancing 
You'll see a woman 
hanging upside down 
her features covered by her fallen gown 
and all the lousy little poets 
coming round 
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson 
and the white man dancin' 

gɪv miː bæk ðə bɜːˈlɪn wɔːl  

gɪv miː ˈstɑːlɪn ænd St pɔːl  

gɪv miː kraɪst  

ɔː gɪv miː ˌhɪrɒˈʃiːmə  

dɪsˈtrɔɪ əˈnʌðə ˈfiːtəs naʊ  

wiː dəʊnt laɪk ˈʧɪldrən ˈɛnɪhaʊ  

aɪv siːn ðə ˈfjuːʧə, ˈbeɪbi: 

ɪt ɪz ˈmɜːdə  

θɪŋz ɑː ˈgəʊɪŋ tuː slaɪd ... 

wɛn ðeɪ sɛd ˈriːpənt ˈriːpənt ... 

Give me back the Berlin wall 
Give me Stalin and St Paul 
Give me Christ 
or give me Hiroshima 
Destroy another fetus now 
We don't like children anyhow 
I've seen the future, baby: 
it is murder 

Things are going to slide ... 

When they said REPENT REPENT ..