Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Para La Luna
Me Alegra
La misma luna que me vio nacer
Me acompaña hoy y me ve crecer
Ella promete mi camino lustrar
Dice que no ahi razon ‘pa llorar.
Me cuenta que en la vida ahi cambios
Cambios inesperados, cambios necesarios
Y yo se que sus labios son sabios
Y yo se que sus labios son sabios...
Luna, madre, me ves desde lejos
Me regalas tus mas sabios consejos
Quitas de mi corazon toda pena
Me alegra verta tan grande y tan llena.
Llena
Llena de luz
Me acompaña hoy y me ve crecer
Ella promete mi camino lustrar
Dice que no ahi razon ‘pa llorar.
Me cuenta que en la vida ahi cambios
Cambios inesperados, cambios necesarios
Y yo se que sus labios son sabios
Y yo se que sus labios son sabios...
Luna, madre, me ves desde lejos
Me regalas tus mas sabios consejos
Quitas de mi corazon toda pena
Me alegra verta tan grande y tan llena.
Llena
Llena de luz
Llena de amor
Llenas la noche
y calmas dolor
Llena de dicha
Llena de verdad
Llenas las calles
y toda la ciudad
y toda la ciudad
Llena estas luna
y como tu, solo ahi una.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
untitled
I've been to the top of the world
with the lonely man's light
contemplating, investigating
all through the night.
I tried to see what what I could find
another world was not in sight
just a hazy vision and a state of mind
that felt like home, i'm not alone...
with the lonely man's light
contemplating, investigating
all through the night.
I tried to see what what I could find
another world was not in sight
just a hazy vision and a state of mind
that felt like home, i'm not alone...
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Sleep
Sleep through the storm
Dream of strange things
Fly in the air
Breathe deep in the sea
Sleep through the storm
A dreamer will dream
Dream of strange things.....
Dream of strange things
Fly in the air
Breathe deep in the sea
Sleep through the storm
A dreamer will dream
Dream of strange things.....
Friday, June 3, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Ripples Of Your Skin
All around I’ve been, but all around my head
I can’t seem to locate where certain days have gone
The echoes still remain
Reverberate, and remind
Like the light of day reminds
Of yet another day.
On the lingering smoke
Your face appears
I know it’s you I see
For all my doubts and fears
Are gently tucked away…
I take your hand in mine
The warm, wrinkled hand I knew
And there I find my comfort
In the ripples of your skin.
I can’t seem to locate where certain days have gone
The echoes still remain
Reverberate, and remind
Like the light of day reminds
Of yet another day.
On the lingering smoke
Your face appears
I know it’s you I see
For all my doubts and fears
Are gently tucked away…
I take your hand in mine
The warm, wrinkled hand I knew
And there I find my comfort
In the ripples of your skin.
August 10,1929- March 12, 2009
Friday, March 11, 2011
Times Like These
I was about to go to sleep because I have work early this morning and then I start getting messages from a few of my friends saying things like "stay safe" and "get the hell out of there". I'm trying to go to sleep not walking near the edge of the Grand Canyon, what do you mean stay safe?
Tsunami Watch.
Because of the 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan we are under a tsunami warning. I don't know who the NWS is but their estimated time of arrival for the tsunami is at 8:41 a.m.....
Scary? Yes. The fact that if I were to die right now I'd die alone sucks...for a bit I was really scared. It's times like these that make me want to be with the people I love. It's times like these that make me realize anything could happen at any given time and remind me to never take my life for granted. Its times like these that remind me to do my best every day that I am alive because really that is the only time I am truly being myself.
My only issue is I don't want to die trampled between all the rubble of this big ass building. Let me witness a monstrous wave, let it consume me, and let it take me away...
Tsunami Watch.
Because of the 8.9 magnitude earthquake in Japan we are under a tsunami warning. I don't know who the NWS is but their estimated time of arrival for the tsunami is at 8:41 a.m.....
Scary? Yes. The fact that if I were to die right now I'd die alone sucks...for a bit I was really scared. It's times like these that make me want to be with the people I love. It's times like these that make me realize anything could happen at any given time and remind me to never take my life for granted. Its times like these that remind me to do my best every day that I am alive because really that is the only time I am truly being myself.
My only issue is I don't want to die trampled between all the rubble of this big ass building. Let me witness a monstrous wave, let it consume me, and let it take me away...
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Tale of Speculation
I live in a cheap house, of tin sheet. From my narrow window, without fine curtains, I see the chickens pecking the sun. My house is a simple house.
I have a blanket, a bit of flour, some eggs and an orchard that I water with my sweat.
I have gray hair, the memory of my dreams, and a crippled dog who follows me everywhere I go.
I have all this which is enough for a woman like me.
One day, a man came to my tin sheet house with a bone for my dog and for me a television.
He sat on my only chair and immediately smiled at me:
- Think, kind woman, he said with a sure voice, what I’ve come to offer you is a better future, a house with a heater and money to pay for an emperor’s burial for yourself. Think, kind woman, about the offer I am making and tell me your answer.
Of course I told him no, I took the bone away from my dog and gave it back to him along with the television. The house was mine, the orchard was mine, and I wouldn’t sell it to him not even for a million dollars.
All my neighbors took their television, sold their tin sheet houses, their orchards. Their dogs howled for nights, with their tail between their legs, until someone killed them.
They built in our meager lots- highways, malls, factories, workshops. They bought sky parcels, they contaminated the fresh air, built floors, cathedrals, destroyed mountains, installed alarm systems, surveillance systems. Every neighbor spied on his brother, every brother envied what was not theirs. Everyone had fear, fear of losing their jobs and not being able to pay their bills, fear that someone would steal their absurd possessions, fear of the boss, fear of their peers, fear of pregnancies, of pre-retirement, of God’s punishment, the fear of the child of not being useful as an adult, fear of the future, of the truth, fear of suffering, of dying, of living, fear of fear…and when finally all their fears had been experimented with, they noticed me, because I had a house with no locks, a pair of chickens and a dog. They saw this old lady who smiled since the wake of dawn and had no fear. They wanted, the day they saw me, to be like me again.
Then the suited man came again. That stupid fool. He came into my house escorted and threatened me:
-Do me the favor, he said, with his voice shaking, and don’t show happiness, it’s a crime that is punishable with prison. In this country nobody laughs, do what I am telling you or I’ll send out a troop.
They killed my dog. They said in the newspapers, in the radio, and in the television that he was the mastermind of a dangerous organization. They also said that I was subversive, and the leader of my guerilla, what do I know, that I kept under my mattress a getaway car, a hundred Kalashnikovs, hand grenades and a computer.
All of that made me laugh. It was the first time in history that the fear fabricators were shaking at the sight of a calm, old lady…looking at them head on, sticking out my tongue, shameless, and occasionally giving them the finger.
They were shaking because they knew that by seeing me, there could be one who would desire to, once again own a cheap, tin sheet house, there could be one who would desire to once again own an orchard to water it with their own sweat, and this could be the end of their world of benefit and desperation.
That’s why they came back to kill my crippled dog, but I got a better one.
They burned down my tin sheet house, but I built one out of cardboard.
They demolished my orchard, and tortured me and finally brought doctors who said that I was terminally ill of insubordination.
Now I live somewhat tranquil with my new dog who follows me everywhere I go. Next to my cheap house, a crazy old man has built one of wood without heating.
Every morning we sing with our terrible voices and we laugh until the sun goes down. My neighbor says that soon there’ll be more cheap houses, of tin sheet with narrow windows without fine curtains. My neighbor says that now everyone laughs when they hear someone say that we are dangerous, to not come near us…I also laugh with these things, I am an old woman, I am no longer scared of anything, and much less of those who have in their brain, hay, manure, and lethal doses of submission.
I have a blanket, a bit of flour, some eggs and an orchard that I water with my sweat.
I have gray hair, the memory of my dreams, and a crippled dog who follows me everywhere I go.
I have all this which is enough for a woman like me.
One day, a man came to my tin sheet house with a bone for my dog and for me a television.
He sat on my only chair and immediately smiled at me:
- Think, kind woman, he said with a sure voice, what I’ve come to offer you is a better future, a house with a heater and money to pay for an emperor’s burial for yourself. Think, kind woman, about the offer I am making and tell me your answer.
Of course I told him no, I took the bone away from my dog and gave it back to him along with the television. The house was mine, the orchard was mine, and I wouldn’t sell it to him not even for a million dollars.
All my neighbors took their television, sold their tin sheet houses, their orchards. Their dogs howled for nights, with their tail between their legs, until someone killed them.
They built in our meager lots- highways, malls, factories, workshops. They bought sky parcels, they contaminated the fresh air, built floors, cathedrals, destroyed mountains, installed alarm systems, surveillance systems. Every neighbor spied on his brother, every brother envied what was not theirs. Everyone had fear, fear of losing their jobs and not being able to pay their bills, fear that someone would steal their absurd possessions, fear of the boss, fear of their peers, fear of pregnancies, of pre-retirement, of God’s punishment, the fear of the child of not being useful as an adult, fear of the future, of the truth, fear of suffering, of dying, of living, fear of fear…and when finally all their fears had been experimented with, they noticed me, because I had a house with no locks, a pair of chickens and a dog. They saw this old lady who smiled since the wake of dawn and had no fear. They wanted, the day they saw me, to be like me again.
Then the suited man came again. That stupid fool. He came into my house escorted and threatened me:
-Do me the favor, he said, with his voice shaking, and don’t show happiness, it’s a crime that is punishable with prison. In this country nobody laughs, do what I am telling you or I’ll send out a troop.
They killed my dog. They said in the newspapers, in the radio, and in the television that he was the mastermind of a dangerous organization. They also said that I was subversive, and the leader of my guerilla, what do I know, that I kept under my mattress a getaway car, a hundred Kalashnikovs, hand grenades and a computer.
All of that made me laugh. It was the first time in history that the fear fabricators were shaking at the sight of a calm, old lady…looking at them head on, sticking out my tongue, shameless, and occasionally giving them the finger.
They were shaking because they knew that by seeing me, there could be one who would desire to, once again own a cheap, tin sheet house, there could be one who would desire to once again own an orchard to water it with their own sweat, and this could be the end of their world of benefit and desperation.
That’s why they came back to kill my crippled dog, but I got a better one.
They burned down my tin sheet house, but I built one out of cardboard.
They demolished my orchard, and tortured me and finally brought doctors who said that I was terminally ill of insubordination.
Now I live somewhat tranquil with my new dog who follows me everywhere I go. Next to my cheap house, a crazy old man has built one of wood without heating.
Every morning we sing with our terrible voices and we laugh until the sun goes down. My neighbor says that soon there’ll be more cheap houses, of tin sheet with narrow windows without fine curtains. My neighbor says that now everyone laughs when they hear someone say that we are dangerous, to not come near us…I also laugh with these things, I am an old woman, I am no longer scared of anything, and much less of those who have in their brain, hay, manure, and lethal doses of submission.
Translated by: me
Read the original: http://tizone.wordpress.com/2007/12/09/el-cuento-de-la-especulacion/
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