sábado, 21 de abril de 2012

I turn to you


Every time I lose the will to win, I just reach for your memory And I can reach the sky again I can do anything I want to! Lyrics:
When I'm lost in the rain
In your eyes I know I'll find the light
To light my way, when I'm scared losing ground
When my world is going crazy you can turn it all around
And when I'm down you're there pushing me to the top
You're always there giving me all you've got
For a shield, from the storm for a friend, for a love
To keep me safe and warm, I turn to you
For the strength to be strong, for the will to carry on
For everything you do, for everything that's true, I turn to you

When I lose the will to win
I just reach for you and I can reach the sky again
I can do anything 'cause your love is so amazing
'Cause your love inspires me
And when I need a friend you're always on my side
(In Spanish) No hay ningún amanecer que no me despierte | There is no dawn that I'm waken up
sin saber que te soñé. | without knowing I dreamt you.
Estoy, por tí, muy feliz. | I'm very happy because of you
En mi vida, para siempre, hay un sitio para tí. | There will always be one place for you for all my life
No importa donde esté tu amor,|
I doesn't matter where your love will be
me encontrará, iluminando mi ser y mi obscuridad. |
it will reach to me,lightning my being and my darkness.

sábado, 14 de abril de 2012

81st Anniversry of the Second Spanish Republic

April 14, 1931, the ample majority of the Spanish people were with the new Republic. In the precedent years, the King Alphonse XIII had brought discredit to the Monarchy. He had been supporting a dictator for near 10 years and consequently earned the disaffection of the spaniards. As many other of my generation I was raised with the idea of II Republic had brought all the evil, suffering and, finally, the Civil War to Spain. The historic facts are however quite stubborn and prove just the contrary, the new Constitution of 1931 allowed freedom of speech, extended the suffrage to women, permitted divorce and stripped the Catholic Church of schools (quality education from primary to high schools had been ruled by the Church up until then) and public subsidies, which made the Pope Pius XI to condemn the Spanish Government in the encyclical “Dilectissima Nobis”. According to the new Constitution, the Spanish regions acquired the right to install their own laws according to a limited range of subjects and administrative functions. Any try of installing a modern, functioning, laical but non religion-hostile, government had been aborted by military coups for more than one century and a half by then (1931). Summing up, the recurrent characteristic old problems of Spain --that had prevented to constitute a modern government for more than 150 years-- were tackled by the new Constitution of 1931, i.e., 47 years before the current one, approved in 1978, also tried to solve these. Unfortunately, our Republic was established during a world wide economic depression in the wake of 1929 Wall Street Crash. There was rising unemployment and poverty everywhere (also in other European countries). As consequence, revolutionary general strikes and civil unrest over all the Spanish territory, which also integrated African possessions at the time, took place during all the time period of the Republic. Special mention deserves here the military plots to bring down the Republic since the beginning. General Sanjurjo, an old monarchist, had tried a coup in 1932 and was in control to the new one that led to the Civil War. An “unfortunate” plane crash in Portugal in which Sanjurjo resulted killed made the way to General Franco for taking over the military rebellion that, from the African territories, started the Civil War in 1936. Last minute information: Our beloved King Juan Carlos I broke His Majestical hip in a hunters camp in Bostwana, where He set off for an elephant hunting trip on last wednesday. Since early hours in the morning we (the spaniards) are suffering a mass media bomdardement about His Majesty health evolution. The unemployment reaches 5 millions and the Spanish Chief of State hunting in Africa, though ethically outrageous, it might be understood given the lust character of the monarch, who needs to let off steam by banging "whatever" can be targetted. Nations need leaders and be talked to by them when they are going through troubled times. I know that Juan Carlos cannot resemble Franklin D. Roosevelt in the big Depression, but what would have thought US citizens if their President had been hunting in Africa when people lined for food at the Salvation Army community kitchen.

Song's lyrics (summary):


De pena suspira mi corazón | My heart is sighing of sorrow,
Tierra bendita de mi querer | Blessed Land of my love
Tierra gloriosa de perfume y pasión | Glorious Land plenty of perfumes
España ponga una flor a tus pies | and passion. Spain, I want to lay
suspira mi corazón | a flower to your feet, and sighing,
my heart is willing to do this.

¡Ay, tierra mía! | Aie my beloved land !
¡ay! quién pudiera | Aie !, who could
ser luz del día | be like the daylight
y al llegar la amanecía | and when the dawn is appearing,
sobre España renacer. | to be born in Spain again.

a Mis pensamientos | My thoughts
han renacido | have reborn
del firmamento | from the sky of
del verso mío | (where) my verse (comes),
y sobre España |
como gotas de rocío | and like dew drops,
los dejó caer. | let them fall over the land of Spain.

sábado, 7 de abril de 2012

I wrote your name in the wind

Escrevi teu nome no vento | I wrote your name in the wind
Convencido que o escrevia | convinced of what I had written
Na folha dum esquecimento | in a leaf of oblivion,
Que no vento se perdia | it would get lost with the wind.
Ao vê-lo seguir envolto | When I saw it to keep wrapped
/ Na poeira do caminho  | in the dust of the road,
Julguei meu coração solto / I thought my heart was (finally) free
Dos elos do teu carinho | from the links of your love.
Em vez de ir longe levá-lo / However (the wind) instead of taking it far,
| Longe, onde o tempo o desfaça | far away, where the time makes it to vanish,
Fica contente a gritá-lo /  it feels happy to yeal it out,
Onde passa e a quem passa | wherever it passes through and whoever passes by.
Pobre de mim, não pensava /  Poor of me!, I didn't think
Que tal e qual como eu |  that, like me,
O vento se apaixonava /  the wind was passionate of
Por esse nome que é teu | that name of yours
E quando o vento se agita / and when the wind stirs up
Agita-se o meu tormento | my torture twirls as well
Quero esquecer-te, acredita /
I want to forgive you, believe me, |
Mas cada vez há mais vento | however there is more and more wind as time goes on.



miércoles, 4 de abril de 2012

Meu coraçao coitado ...

Today is my birthday and there is only one thing left in my soul, memories of sweet good times with her, to which I come back over again ... the breeze of sea in P.Vallarta, the moon of Tenerife, the stars of Mucuchies...



Chorava por te não ver, | I cried when I didn't see you
por te ver eu choro agora, | and so, I cry now
mas choro só por querer, | but I cry like this for your love
querer ver-te a toda a hora.| for willing to see you at any hour

Passa o tempo de corrida, | Time went by very fast,
quando falas eu te escuto, | when you talked I listened
nas horas da nossa vida, | in the hours of our life
cada hora é um minuto. | each hour was only 1 minute.

Deixa-te estar a meu lado | let yourself to stay by me
e não mais te vás embora | and don't go away anymore
para meu coração coitado | to my troubled heart
viver na vida uma hora | let me live a life in one hour.


lunes, 26 de marzo de 2012

I curse from the High Heaven


Maldigo del alto cielo | I curse, from the high heaven,
la estrella con su reflejo,| the glimmering star.
maldigo los azulejos | I curse the small fish flashing in the stream.
destellos del arroyuelo,
maldigo del bajo suelo | I curse the low ground below me,
la piedra con su contorno, the stone and its outline,
maldigo el fuego del horno | I curse the oven's fire
porque mi alma está de luto, | because my soul is mourning
maldigo los estatutos | I curse the laws of
del tiempo con su bochorno. |weather with their sultry weather.
Cuánto será mi dolor. | How much is my pain!

Maldigo la cordillera | I curse the mountain chain
de los Ande y de la costa, | of Andes and that of the shore
maldigo toda la angosta | I curse all the narrow
y larga faja de tierra, | and long strip of land,
también la paz y la guerra, | as well as peace and war,
lo franco y lo veleidoso, | what is honest, and what is inconstant
maldigo lo perfumoso | I curse what is plenty of perfum
porque mi anhelo está muerto, | because my hope is dead,
maldigo todo lo cierto | I curse everything taken for granted
y lo falso con lo dudoso. | and what is false or doubtful.
Cuánto será mi dolor. | How much is my pain!

Maldigo la primavera | I curse Spring
con sus jardines en flor | with its blossomed gardens
y del otoño el color | and the coulour of the Fall
yo lo maldigo de veras, | I truly curse all of that,
y la nube pasajera | and the passing cloud
la maldigo tanto y tanto | I curse both so much,
porque padezco un quebranto, | because I suffer from an immense sorrow
maldigo el invierno entero, | I curse the entire Winter,
por el verano sincero | and regarding the sincere Summer
maldigo profano y santo. |I curse it as well, whether profane or sacred
Grande será mi dolor. How big is my pain!

Maldigo la solitaria | I curse the lonely
figura de la bandera, | flag figure,
maldigo cualquier emblema, | I curse any crest,
la venus y la araucaria, | venus and the araucaria
el trino de la canaria, | the canary dam tweet,
el cosmo con sus planetas | the Cosmos and its planets
la tierra y todas sus grietas | the Earth and all its cracks
porque me aqueja un pesar, | because a sorrow inflicts me
maldigo del ancho mar | I curse the wide sea
sus puertos y sus caletas. | with its harbours and bays
Grande será mi dolor. | How big is my pain!

Maldigo luna y paisaje, | I curse the Moon and landscape,
los pueblos y los desiertos, | the villages and deserts,
maldigo muerto por muerto | I curse every dead person
y el vivo de rey a paje, | and the alives from king to page boy,
las aves con su plumaje | the birds with their feathers
las maldigo a sangre fría, | I curse with cold blood
las aulas, las sacristías, | classrooms and sacristies,
porque me aflije un dolor. Because a sorrow inflicts a great pain to me
Maldigo el vocablo amor | I curse the term "LOVE"
con toda su brujería, | with all its sorcery
cuánto será mi dolor. |How much is my pain!

Maldigo por fin lo blanco, | I finally curse what is white,
lo negro con lo amarillo, | what is black or yellow,
obispos y monaguillos, | bishops and altar boys,
ministros predicando, | ministers preaching,
yo los maldigo cantando, | I curse all of them by singing,
lo libre y lo prisionero, | what is free and what is prisoner,
lo dulce y lo pendenciero, | what is sweet and what is quarrelsome,
yo pongo mi maldición, | I put my curse
en griego y en español, | in Greek and in Spanish,
por culpa de un traicionero, | due to a treacherous woman.
cuánto será mi dolor. | How much is my pain!


lunes, 5 de marzo de 2012

Without words


Born out of you...
looking for a song that could unite us,
and today I know it is cruel, perhaps brutal,
the punishment that I'm giving you.
...

Without words
this music is gonna hurt you,
wherever your betrayal will listen to it...
The most absurd night, the saddest day.
When you were laughing, or when your hope cries.


Forgive me if it is God,
Who finally wanted to punish you after all of this...
If there are tears that can prosecute like this,
if these notes that were born because of your love,
at the end are a whip that opens up wounds of one history... they are tortures!, they are memories...

Born out of you...

lying among hopes a destiny,
and today I know I know it is cruel, perhaps brutal,
the punishment that I'm giving you...

Without saying it this song will say your name,
without saying, your name will (always) be with me.
The eyes almost blind of my atonishment,
along the atonishment of losing you and not dying!

jueves, 1 de marzo de 2012

Food for Think ... at this odd corner of my life.

"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless." (The Sheltering Sky, William Faulkner). It may be that if W. Faulkner had listened the following song before writing the monologue above this... ...he'd have felt the real pain that the certainty of losing what one loved the most yields in the human soul! "Nostalgias" (tango by Enrique Cadícamo)
Quiero emborrachar mi corazón | I want to make my heart drunk
para apagar un loco amor | to put off a crazy love
que más que amor es un sufrir... | that is more a painful suffering than love.
 Y aquí vengo para eso, | So I come along for that
a borrar antiguos besos | to wipe out old kisses
en los besos de otras bocas... | with the kisses of other mouths.
 Si su amor fue "flor de un día" | if her love was a one day flower
 ¿porqué causa es siempre mía | why (in the world) this cruel preoccupation is always mine?
esa cruel preocupación? 
Quiero por los dos mi copa alzar | I want to raise my glass to the two of us
para olvidar mi obstinación | to forget my stubbornness
y más la vuelvo a recordar. | and more (and more) I come back to remember her.

Nostalgias | Nostalgia
de escuchar su risa loca | of listening to her crazy laughter
y sentir junto a mi boca | and feeling her breathing next to my mouth
como un fuego su respiración. | like a fire.
Angustia | Anguish
de sentirme abandonado | to feel myself abandoned
y pensar que otro a su lado | and think that another (man) at her side
pronto... pronto le hablará de amor... | will soon... soon talk her of love
¡Hermano! | Brother!
Yo no quiero rebajarme, | I don't want to humiliate myself
ni pedirle, ni llorarle, | nor ask her , nor cry
ni decirle que no puedo más vivir... | nor tell her that I can't live without her anymore.
 Desde mi triste soledad veré caer| From my sad loneliness
las rosas muertas de mi juventud. | I will see the dead roses of my youth falling.

Gime, bandoneón, tu tango gris, | The “bandoneon” groans its grey tango
quizá a ti te hiera igual | it may be that some sentimental love
algún amor sentimental... | will hurt you likewise.
Llora mi alma de fantoche | My grotesque soul is crying
sola y triste en esta noche, | alone and sad tonight
noche negra y sin estrellas... | black night, starless night.
Si las copas traen consuelo | If the drinks bring comfort,
aquí estoy con mi desvelo | I'm here with my sleeplessness
para ahogarlos de una vez... | to drown it at once.

Quiero emborrachar mi corazón | I want to make drunk my heart para
después poder brindar | to be able to make a toast then
"por los fracasos del amor"... | “for failures of love”.