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Para mis alumnos y visitantes. Ayuda para el autoaprendizaje de inglés.
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My name: Paco Bazaga Calderón. I am a teacher of English at the Escuela Oficial de Idiomas de Madrid (Jesús Maestro).

Business English together with my interest in the Internet and computers determines the birth of this blog weBLOG.

I would like to try the chances of bringing the Internet into my lessons as a first step towards the promotion of autonomous learning of English among my pupils and the visitors here.

Also, I think this tool may well accompany my pupils in their weekly lessons as a walking stick in the mountains. In it they will find support, ideas, additional contents, etc. to the lessons.

Though it is my pupils and my lessons that I usually bear in mind when writing here, visitors are also welcome to join in and send any comments they find suitable.

Thanks in advance to all of them for their interest in this site.

Paco Bazaga
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14-12-06 Business sometimes is not business
Enjoy some music. You can find the lyrics on the Net easily if you want to know what they say. This time my question is: Is it heaven or is it hell?


Bye for now
 
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HERE WE HAVE THE LYRIC OF THIS SONG...

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
’this could be heaven or this could be hell’
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
’please bring me my wine’
He said, ’we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine’
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin’ it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said ’we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’
And in the master’s chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can’t kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
’relax,’ said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!
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