Good Night
Lady Moon, who brightens the night traveler's pathway,
keep a watchful eye on my loved ones while they sleep;
for the night is serene, yet treacherous.
Evening stars, cover our homes
with the peaceful robe of your constellations
and safeguard our dreams
until we are delivered to the Morning Sun.
Good night to all.
Buenas noches.
God natt.
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
The Entity of Love and Family
Everywhere we turn, there is always the entity of love, the possibility of love, the potential love, the misguided love, the unfulfillment of love. Many women friends tell me that love is indispensable, it is necessary, it is a state of satisfaction. My male friends disagree, love is ephemeral, love is just a hindrance... but they also are in search of some type of love... sometimes. Well, I have a few friends that have been married for many years. Are they in love? Hmm, I don't know. They hope so. But the common denominator is companionship, sharing and a sense of family. That is it! A sense of family. A family, in my opinion, is not biologically defined. It is a family of men and women gathered together for a common purpose: protection, communication, and human warmth.
So when you separate a family, by divorce, by death, by moving to another place, there is always a sense of incompleteness. That is why many men and women who get divorced fight like the worst of enemies: they have been deprived of family and all its privileges: shelter and sexual satisfaction in case of divorce, companionship and security in case of death and separation by distance. It is incredible to witness the transformation of love into hate, the rupture of a legal bond causing upheaval in the innermost part of humanity. You may say, but "you probably have never loved". Not true. I have loved in many ways, in many phases, and in many conditions. I have loved even in the most dire circumstance when there is not even a remote chance of success but love grows anyway. But as it grows, it evolves, and it can either become something acceptable to the id and to the ego or it just dissipates into nothing. Love does not survive distance, love does not survive treason, period.
I was conceived from love, I think...I know that in my recollection there was never love between my parents..there was companionship, there was a sense of obligation but there was no respect..and that is why it ended in divorce. I loved my mother, I loved my father and I love my siblings. My two sisters, my brother, and my
three nephews is all I have in a biological sense...but I have a large family of friends that sing with me, cry with me, laugh with me, accompany me, eat with me, care for me, and sometimes sleep with me. So this entity is called love and family. We all can have it, we all can maintain it, and we all need it. So do not cry if life takes away people or loved ones from you. Life gives beautiful things and life takes away beautiful things. You have been given to your friends and your family as a beautiful thing and one day life will take you away from them, too. But treasure your friends, your lovers, your family, and your little adventures; keep them in your special drawer of beautiful things and possessions. Every closing door leads you to another hallway that opens into another wonderful door, and if it is not wonderful, then just close it and keep walking. I truly believe in this for I have doors in Europe, in Central, South, North America and the Caribbean. These are my treasures and they give credence and integrity to my entity of love and family.
So when you separate a family, by divorce, by death, by moving to another place, there is always a sense of incompleteness. That is why many men and women who get divorced fight like the worst of enemies: they have been deprived of family and all its privileges: shelter and sexual satisfaction in case of divorce, companionship and security in case of death and separation by distance. It is incredible to witness the transformation of love into hate, the rupture of a legal bond causing upheaval in the innermost part of humanity. You may say, but "you probably have never loved". Not true. I have loved in many ways, in many phases, and in many conditions. I have loved even in the most dire circumstance when there is not even a remote chance of success but love grows anyway. But as it grows, it evolves, and it can either become something acceptable to the id and to the ego or it just dissipates into nothing. Love does not survive distance, love does not survive treason, period.
I was conceived from love, I think...I know that in my recollection there was never love between my parents..there was companionship, there was a sense of obligation but there was no respect..and that is why it ended in divorce. I loved my mother, I loved my father and I love my siblings. My two sisters, my brother, and my
three nephews is all I have in a biological sense...but I have a large family of friends that sing with me, cry with me, laugh with me, accompany me, eat with me, care for me, and sometimes sleep with me. So this entity is called love and family. We all can have it, we all can maintain it, and we all need it. So do not cry if life takes away people or loved ones from you. Life gives beautiful things and life takes away beautiful things. You have been given to your friends and your family as a beautiful thing and one day life will take you away from them, too. But treasure your friends, your lovers, your family, and your little adventures; keep them in your special drawer of beautiful things and possessions. Every closing door leads you to another hallway that opens into another wonderful door, and if it is not wonderful, then just close it and keep walking. I truly believe in this for I have doors in Europe, in Central, South, North America and the Caribbean. These are my treasures and they give credence and integrity to my entity of love and family.
EL VUELO DE LA CIGARRA
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Dónde está tu sonido?
Que la primavera acaba.
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Es que te ha dejado?
Que ya no te alaba.
Mira mi cigarra,
Que la escarcha es mala;
Que es lo que desgarra
El dulce canto de tu ala.
Te esfumas en el cielo
Y aunque la vista no te capte
Existes en ese instante
Y aunque el tiempo a tí te rapte
Tu esencia es un constante.
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Dónde está tu sonido?
Que la primavera acaba.
Jose Orellana Diciembre 18, 2009
Waterbury, CT
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Dónde está tu sonido?
Que la primavera acaba.
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Es que te ha dejado?
Que ya no te alaba.
Mira mi cigarra,
Que la escarcha es mala;
Que es lo que desgarra
El dulce canto de tu ala.
Te esfumas en el cielo
Y aunque la vista no te capte
Existes en ese instante
Y aunque el tiempo a tí te rapte
Tu esencia es un constante.
Cigarra, cigarra
¿Dónde está tu sonido?
Que la primavera acaba.
Jose Orellana Diciembre 18, 2009
Waterbury, CT
ANTES DE IRME
Antes de irme mi amor,
Te entrego mi paz,
Antes de irme mi amor
Me llevo tu faz
Espero seas conmigo honrada
Y que vean mis paisanos
Que me llevo mi vana jornada
Y solo dejo recuerdos malsanos.
Antes de irme mi amor
Te entrego mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor
Se de lo que eres capaz.
Y eso que te di a caudales
Es que te ame mas que a mi vida
Todo lo dado fue a raudales
Y aun asi no dejaste salida.
Antes de irme mi amor
Te entrego mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor
Quiero que goces mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor…
Antes de irme mi amor…
Jose Orellana (Diciembre 20, 2009)
Waterbury, CT
Antes de irme mi amor,
Te entrego mi paz,
Antes de irme mi amor
Me llevo tu faz
Espero seas conmigo honrada
Y que vean mis paisanos
Que me llevo mi vana jornada
Y solo dejo recuerdos malsanos.
Antes de irme mi amor
Te entrego mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor
Se de lo que eres capaz.
Y eso que te di a caudales
Es que te ame mas que a mi vida
Todo lo dado fue a raudales
Y aun asi no dejaste salida.
Antes de irme mi amor
Te entrego mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor
Quiero que goces mi paz
Antes de irme mi amor…
Antes de irme mi amor…
Jose Orellana (Diciembre 20, 2009)
Waterbury, CT
THE TIES THAT BIND
Since you left my empty hands,
And your essence dissipates my mind
I still keep our wedding bands
Staring and wishing for the ties that bind.
The ties that bind
The Walls to climb
How could I have had a chance?
The ties that bind
The love I had
What made it turn so bad?
Bring me oil and the ancient rite
For I can barely keep the stride
Bring me light and the keeper’s site
For I can never break the slide
The ties that bind.
Jose Orellana December 18th, 2009
Waterbury, CT
Since you left my empty hands,
And your essence dissipates my mind
I still keep our wedding bands
Staring and wishing for the ties that bind.
The ties that bind
The Walls to climb
How could I have had a chance?
The ties that bind
The love I had
What made it turn so bad?
Bring me oil and the ancient rite
For I can barely keep the stride
Bring me light and the keeper’s site
For I can never break the slide
The ties that bind.
Jose Orellana December 18th, 2009
Waterbury, CT
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Eso Es Amor (Such Is Love)
Eso es Amor
¿Qué es el amor?
Muchos dicen cosas de que es lo máximo,
Otros que es sentir esperanzas
Y otros más dicen que es como volar.
Pero en verdad les digo
Que el amar es un sentimiento
Que pocos llegamos a sentir.
Los enamoramientos son ilusorios,
Duran poco y se idealiza todo.
Los enamoramientos comienzan
Y así se acaban de repente.
En el enamoramiento
La edad y belleza física reinan.
En el verdadero amor no importan,
Son cosas indefinibles,
Cosas sin importancia.
He aquí una historia de un amor
Que no es la mía, ¡ojalá lo fuera!
No obstante siento y quiero del mismo modo.
"Manejaba mi automóvil en una noche,
Oscura y fria…igual que mi corazón.
Pensaba en los seres perdidos,
En la inminente soledad,
Que cercaba cada latido del corazón…
Y de repente... Me he perdido…
Te vi caminando, pensando quizás…
Abrí la ventana y te pregunté
Como salir de mi apuro, ¿adónde ir?
Vi tus ojos miel en la oscuridad
Y se encendió mi corazón,
Se lleno de primavera, ¡lo sabía!
Vi tus labios moverse sin oirlos,
Vi to nariz, tu pelo, tu cuello.
Sentí tu aroma emanar por la ventana,
Estaba perdido, ¡si! Pero me habías hallado.
Solo supe musitar: entra en el carro
Y llévame a casa…no, pero regrésame al mismo sitio dijiste.
Llegamos a casa, mi corazón latía alocado,
Me mirabas con desconfianza
Pero al mismo tiempo empezaste a quererme..
¡Mágico! ¡Destino! No sé que putas era
Pero había sucedido algo fantástico.
De algún modo sentí tu vientre en mis manos,
No, no, no, no te conozco, me detuve.
Mejor nos vemos otro día.
Sería el sábado, esperé con impaciencia,
Paso el sábado, llamáste domingo madrugada,
Te esperé, ahora tú te perdiste,
Te recogí, habías bebido…
Pero despertaste en mi cama, feliz, alegre
Y yo más…
El amor se siente, yo te siento y tú me sientes,
El amor me duele, no a ti…hasta ayer.
No hay palabras que decir,
Con solo verte comprendo lo profundo
De mi amor y estoy comprendiendo que tú
También me amas, solamente en dos meses.
Increíble, un dia, dos meses, una vida
De amor hasta que me cierres los ojos
En un final feliz.
Quiero todo para ti, nada para mi,
Quiero horas contigo y que el tiempo se detenga.
Quiero verte, amarte, estar contigo a cada momento,
Pienso en ti a cada instante, siento tu escencia peculiar
En mi nariz, en mi boca, mi cuerpo y cerebro.
Quiero vivir lo poco que me quede
Y lo mucho que te quede amándote,
Darte todo de mi vida, todo…
Sé que le pido a la vida mucho
Pero… ¿por qué no?
Sé que me amas aunque tus labios de rubí
No digan lo que tu corazón manda, hasta ahora."
Eso es amor...haz llenado mi vida y yo la tuya.
José R. Orellana (Waterbury, CT 2007)
¿Qué es el amor?
Muchos dicen cosas de que es lo máximo,
Otros que es sentir esperanzas
Y otros más dicen que es como volar.
Pero en verdad les digo
Que el amar es un sentimiento
Que pocos llegamos a sentir.
Los enamoramientos son ilusorios,
Duran poco y se idealiza todo.
Los enamoramientos comienzan
Y así se acaban de repente.
En el enamoramiento
La edad y belleza física reinan.
En el verdadero amor no importan,
Son cosas indefinibles,
Cosas sin importancia.
He aquí una historia de un amor
Que no es la mía, ¡ojalá lo fuera!
No obstante siento y quiero del mismo modo.
"Manejaba mi automóvil en una noche,
Oscura y fria…igual que mi corazón.
Pensaba en los seres perdidos,
En la inminente soledad,
Que cercaba cada latido del corazón…
Y de repente... Me he perdido…
Te vi caminando, pensando quizás…
Abrí la ventana y te pregunté
Como salir de mi apuro, ¿adónde ir?
Vi tus ojos miel en la oscuridad
Y se encendió mi corazón,
Se lleno de primavera, ¡lo sabía!
Vi tus labios moverse sin oirlos,
Vi to nariz, tu pelo, tu cuello.
Sentí tu aroma emanar por la ventana,
Estaba perdido, ¡si! Pero me habías hallado.
Solo supe musitar: entra en el carro
Y llévame a casa…no, pero regrésame al mismo sitio dijiste.
Llegamos a casa, mi corazón latía alocado,
Me mirabas con desconfianza
Pero al mismo tiempo empezaste a quererme..
¡Mágico! ¡Destino! No sé que putas era
Pero había sucedido algo fantástico.
De algún modo sentí tu vientre en mis manos,
No, no, no, no te conozco, me detuve.
Mejor nos vemos otro día.
Sería el sábado, esperé con impaciencia,
Paso el sábado, llamáste domingo madrugada,
Te esperé, ahora tú te perdiste,
Te recogí, habías bebido…
Pero despertaste en mi cama, feliz, alegre
Y yo más…
El amor se siente, yo te siento y tú me sientes,
El amor me duele, no a ti…hasta ayer.
No hay palabras que decir,
Con solo verte comprendo lo profundo
De mi amor y estoy comprendiendo que tú
También me amas, solamente en dos meses.
Increíble, un dia, dos meses, una vida
De amor hasta que me cierres los ojos
En un final feliz.
Quiero todo para ti, nada para mi,
Quiero horas contigo y que el tiempo se detenga.
Quiero verte, amarte, estar contigo a cada momento,
Pienso en ti a cada instante, siento tu escencia peculiar
En mi nariz, en mi boca, mi cuerpo y cerebro.
Quiero vivir lo poco que me quede
Y lo mucho que te quede amándote,
Darte todo de mi vida, todo…
Sé que le pido a la vida mucho
Pero… ¿por qué no?
Sé que me amas aunque tus labios de rubí
No digan lo que tu corazón manda, hasta ahora."
Eso es amor...haz llenado mi vida y yo la tuya.
José R. Orellana (Waterbury, CT 2007)
Friday, September 4, 2009
Mi Fiel Amiga (My Loyal Friend)
MI FIEL AMIGA
Desde hace tiempo la veo acompañándome,
tranquila, distante y al mismo tiempo huraña
¿por qué no me habla? ¿A qué le teme?
Apenas acabo de cumplir los trece, no se asome
no llene el camino de piedra, de lata y de araña
aún no, enséñeme mejor su alma
que por mucho que me quiero rehusar ahí esta su artimaña.
No se ría de mi, ¿no me ve rodeado
de gente mía, de gente que me ama?
Pero es verdad que todos se van,
es verdad que todos se alejan,
es verdad que todos se marchan,
menos usted, mi fiel amiga,
la que me brinda sus manos que dan
las manos sin agua y sin ninguna miga.
Si hoy vuelo, mañana me postro
si tengo un beso, después ni un rostro,
y me alimenta tu mentira
tu carta alegre a escondidas de la otra,
la promesa rota, ¿qué quieres que haga?
la dejaré, no, a mi fiel amiga no.
Y asi te fuíste, hablándome y hablándoles
yo diciéndote adiós y tú haciendo tus citas
y asi te fuíste, frente al sol
y yo en sombras, haciendo brevaje,
abrazándome a mi fiel amiga
embargandome de su aroma, de su plenitud.
Y dicen que lo hallaron
sentado, acompañado, esperando
y cuentan que no hablaron
de aquella palabra escuchando
lo que quiere decir la soledad.
José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez (Marzo 1, 2009)
Desde hace tiempo la veo acompañándome,
tranquila, distante y al mismo tiempo huraña
¿por qué no me habla? ¿A qué le teme?
Apenas acabo de cumplir los trece, no se asome
no llene el camino de piedra, de lata y de araña
aún no, enséñeme mejor su alma
que por mucho que me quiero rehusar ahí esta su artimaña.
No se ría de mi, ¿no me ve rodeado
de gente mía, de gente que me ama?
Pero es verdad que todos se van,
es verdad que todos se alejan,
es verdad que todos se marchan,
menos usted, mi fiel amiga,
la que me brinda sus manos que dan
las manos sin agua y sin ninguna miga.
Si hoy vuelo, mañana me postro
si tengo un beso, después ni un rostro,
y me alimenta tu mentira
tu carta alegre a escondidas de la otra,
la promesa rota, ¿qué quieres que haga?
la dejaré, no, a mi fiel amiga no.
Y asi te fuíste, hablándome y hablándoles
yo diciéndote adiós y tú haciendo tus citas
y asi te fuíste, frente al sol
y yo en sombras, haciendo brevaje,
abrazándome a mi fiel amiga
embargandome de su aroma, de su plenitud.
Y dicen que lo hallaron
sentado, acompañado, esperando
y cuentan que no hablaron
de aquella palabra escuchando
lo que quiere decir la soledad.
José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez (Marzo 1, 2009)
Esta Historia Se Acabó (This Story Is Over)
Esta Historia Se Acabó
Cerrándo equipaje, silencio sin explicar
De mi llavín te saco sin dudar
Y bajándo las escaleras recuerdo
Que a mi siempre me tocó perder
Cuantas veces me madrugué en la ventana
Sin dignidad viendo los carros venir
Corriendo a cama y pretender dormir
Y a tu llegar ignorar tu traición malsana
Esta historia se acabó
Ahora no me hallarás
Ahora no me escucharás
Solo recuerdos míos al amanecer
Quedarán volando en tu atardecer.
Pero ahora sentado te quedarás
En esa misma cama solitaria
Con las sábanas arrugadas y malpuestas
Y palabras de mí que ya no disfrutarás
Esta historia se acabó
Ahora no me hallarás
Ahora no me escucharás
Solo recuerdos míos al amanecer
Quedarán volando en tu atardecer.
José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez, 18 de febrero, 2009 (Escrita para cantante mujer eurovisiva?)
Cerrándo equipaje, silencio sin explicar
De mi llavín te saco sin dudar
Y bajándo las escaleras recuerdo
Que a mi siempre me tocó perder
Cuantas veces me madrugué en la ventana
Sin dignidad viendo los carros venir
Corriendo a cama y pretender dormir
Y a tu llegar ignorar tu traición malsana
Esta historia se acabó
Ahora no me hallarás
Ahora no me escucharás
Solo recuerdos míos al amanecer
Quedarán volando en tu atardecer.
Pero ahora sentado te quedarás
En esa misma cama solitaria
Con las sábanas arrugadas y malpuestas
Y palabras de mí que ya no disfrutarás
Esta historia se acabó
Ahora no me hallarás
Ahora no me escucharás
Solo recuerdos míos al amanecer
Quedarán volando en tu atardecer.
José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez, 18 de febrero, 2009 (Escrita para cantante mujer eurovisiva?)
Luceros En mi Cielo (Stars in my Heaven)
LUCEROS EN MI CIELO (STARS IN MY HEAVEN)
Letra: José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez
Hear my voice
Without words, without hope, to plead once again for your love
Oh, I know
You were trying to tell me your feelings, your sorrow, your hope
But my Faith and my love just continue to burn alive
Is not your love, your desires so simple, don’t you even remember?
Y aquí estoy
Arrastrando mi alma sumida en desesperación
Y tú estás
Imaginando que no pensé en mas que hacerte traición
E inicias tu vuelo sin metas para castigarme
Y de rodillas lloré que tú lograrias olvidarme
Oh no …leave me alone!... Oh No…..
And I run everyday from your memory and love
Complexities, disdain, waiting in vain for you
Just leave my heart, my soul and my mind
There are stars in my Heaven …again
And you enter my dreams to invade my desire
Eclipsing my Sun, my Moon and my Love
You are my prayer and shadow again
There are stars in my Heaven…again
PUENTE MUSICAL
Y le pido a Dios que me borre en su olvido
Plegarias sin unión, esparcidas, dolor
Diez mil granos de arena , tu amor
Mis ilusiones espinas, corazón
Caminando me hallas, tranquilo aqui en Calpe
Disfrutando otra vez del Peñon, mi amor
Mil senderos en mis manos para que los palpe
Hay luceros en mi cielo, otra vez.
Letra: José Roberto Orellana Gutiérrez
Hear my voice
Without words, without hope, to plead once again for your love
Oh, I know
You were trying to tell me your feelings, your sorrow, your hope
But my Faith and my love just continue to burn alive
Is not your love, your desires so simple, don’t you even remember?
Y aquí estoy
Arrastrando mi alma sumida en desesperación
Y tú estás
Imaginando que no pensé en mas que hacerte traición
E inicias tu vuelo sin metas para castigarme
Y de rodillas lloré que tú lograrias olvidarme
Oh no …leave me alone!... Oh No…..
And I run everyday from your memory and love
Complexities, disdain, waiting in vain for you
Just leave my heart, my soul and my mind
There are stars in my Heaven …again
And you enter my dreams to invade my desire
Eclipsing my Sun, my Moon and my Love
You are my prayer and shadow again
There are stars in my Heaven…again
PUENTE MUSICAL
Y le pido a Dios que me borre en su olvido
Plegarias sin unión, esparcidas, dolor
Diez mil granos de arena , tu amor
Mis ilusiones espinas, corazón
Caminando me hallas, tranquilo aqui en Calpe
Disfrutando otra vez del Peñon, mi amor
Mil senderos en mis manos para que los palpe
Hay luceros en mi cielo, otra vez.
Flor Marchita (Withered Flower)
FLOR MARCHITA
Como podré decir
Lo que siento en estos días
Como podré describir
Este amor que me martiriza.
Se detiene el tiempo
Cuando estamos juntos,
Aun así ruego a las horas que se detengan
Porque cada minuto, cada parpadeo
Es lo que necesito
Para poder disfrutar este amor otoñal.
Dios mío, tú sabes lo que he sufrido,
Pérdidas personales, amores extintos,
Aún asi he mantenido la fé vigente
Y la resignación era mi lema.
Y he conocido un nuevo amor
Una esperanza, otro ser que me ama
Como si atrapados estuvieramos en el pasado
Aunque hayan sido pocos los días de trato.
La diferencia de edad es grande
pero nuestro amor también lo es,
y se avecina la tormenta, se avecina el rechazo
pero el que me ames me arma en la trinchera
y el que te ame te dará valor y fuerza.
Como ansío que llegue la noche
Para poner mi mano en tu espalda,
Como deseo que reine la oscuridad
Para saborear el néctar de tu vientre
Como quiero sentir tu pasión
Que gota a gota colma mi espera.
José Roberto Orellana
Noviembre 9, 2007
Como podré decir
Lo que siento en estos días
Como podré describir
Este amor que me martiriza.
Se detiene el tiempo
Cuando estamos juntos,
Aun así ruego a las horas que se detengan
Porque cada minuto, cada parpadeo
Es lo que necesito
Para poder disfrutar este amor otoñal.
Dios mío, tú sabes lo que he sufrido,
Pérdidas personales, amores extintos,
Aún asi he mantenido la fé vigente
Y la resignación era mi lema.
Y he conocido un nuevo amor
Una esperanza, otro ser que me ama
Como si atrapados estuvieramos en el pasado
Aunque hayan sido pocos los días de trato.
La diferencia de edad es grande
pero nuestro amor también lo es,
y se avecina la tormenta, se avecina el rechazo
pero el que me ames me arma en la trinchera
y el que te ame te dará valor y fuerza.
Como ansío que llegue la noche
Para poner mi mano en tu espalda,
Como deseo que reine la oscuridad
Para saborear el néctar de tu vientre
Como quiero sentir tu pasión
Que gota a gota colma mi espera.
José Roberto Orellana
Noviembre 9, 2007
Yolanda
This is a great song from the era of Cancion de protesta and is very special to me because Yolanda was my mother's name.
YOLANDA
Esto no puede ser no mas que una cancion
Quisiera fuera una declaracion de amor
Romantica sin reparar en formas tales
Que ponga freno a lo que siento ahora a raudales
Te amo
Te amo
Eternamente te amo
Si me faltaras no voy a morirme
Si he de morir quiero que sea contigo
Mi soledad se siente acompañada
Por eso a veces se que necesito
Tu mano
Tu mano
Eternamente tu mano
Cuando te vi sabia que era cierto
Este temor de hallarme descubierto
Tu me desnudas con siete razones
Me abres el pecho siempre que me colmas
De amores
De amores
Eternamente de amores
Si alguna vez me siento derrotado
Renuncio a ver el sol cada mañana
Rezando el credo que me has enseñado
Miro tu cara y digo en la ventana
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternamente
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternamente Yolanda
Eternamente Yolanda
This cannot be just another song
I wish it were a declaration of love
Romantic without falling into stereotypes
That stops what I now feel in torrents
I love you
I love you
Eternally I love you
If you were not here I would not die
If I were to die I want to die with you
My solitude is always accompanied
That’s why sometimes I know I need
Your hand
Your hand
Eternally your hand
When I saw you I knew it was true
This fear of finding me exposed
You undress me with seven reasons
You open my chest always when you shower me
With love
With love
Eternally with love
If one day I feel defeated
I renounce to see the sun every morning
Praying the creed that you have taught me
I see your face and say in the window
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Pablo Milanés
YOLANDA
Esto no puede ser no mas que una cancion
Quisiera fuera una declaracion de amor
Romantica sin reparar en formas tales
Que ponga freno a lo que siento ahora a raudales
Te amo
Te amo
Eternamente te amo
Si me faltaras no voy a morirme
Si he de morir quiero que sea contigo
Mi soledad se siente acompañada
Por eso a veces se que necesito
Tu mano
Tu mano
Eternamente tu mano
Cuando te vi sabia que era cierto
Este temor de hallarme descubierto
Tu me desnudas con siete razones
Me abres el pecho siempre que me colmas
De amores
De amores
Eternamente de amores
Si alguna vez me siento derrotado
Renuncio a ver el sol cada mañana
Rezando el credo que me has enseñado
Miro tu cara y digo en la ventana
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternamente
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternamente Yolanda
Eternamente Yolanda
This cannot be just another song
I wish it were a declaration of love
Romantic without falling into stereotypes
That stops what I now feel in torrents
I love you
I love you
Eternally I love you
If you were not here I would not die
If I were to die I want to die with you
My solitude is always accompanied
That’s why sometimes I know I need
Your hand
Your hand
Eternally your hand
When I saw you I knew it was true
This fear of finding me exposed
You undress me with seven reasons
You open my chest always when you shower me
With love
With love
Eternally with love
If one day I feel defeated
I renounce to see the sun every morning
Praying the creed that you have taught me
I see your face and say in the window
Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Eternally Yolanda
Pablo Milanés
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
¡Honduras Al Mundial!
Well, it has been quite a while since I wrote something. The summer has been short-circuited with rain, cold weather and the swine flu. Ah, the swine flu. First, in Mexico we saw the hysteria of the swine flu H1N1, people in the streets wearing masks, Dr. Sanjay Gupta from CNN making a special trip to Ground Zero in Mexico City to report to us about the Mexican flu..which began to dissipate or just continued on its natural course. Then we stopped seeing the Mexican flu and then realized that this indeed was a pandemic and now all 50 states of the American Union have reported at least a case of the swine flu...la gripe porcina. So last month I got a telephone call from my cousin Carlos, San Pedro Sula: "primo, la fiebre porcina esta matando nuestro país. Después del desastre de Mel Zelaya esto era lo último que nos faltaba". Yes, Carlos was reporting that the swine flu was a calamity in Honduras, not a welcome distraction after the debacle caused by Mel Zelaya's grab for permanent, chavista power in Honduras. I explained to Carlos that with good hand hygiene and cleanliness, Honduras should overcome this health crisis with little impact on its economy and population...how could it? You cannot do worse than extreme poverty, extreme political corruption, extreme economic stagnation, and extreme apathy in my beloved Central American birthplace. So you see...nothing really changes and nothing really matters... until Miss Universe and the World Cup. But first, Zelaya.
Manuel "Mel" Zelaya Rosales decided to run for the Presidency of Honduras in 2005. He was a very successful and wealthy lumber merchant in Olancho, Honduras' largest departamento, akin to America's largest state. He was a member of the left-leaning Partido Liberal, my mother's political party. My father, who was living in Honduras at that time, moving there after my mother passed away in 1999, was very suspicious of Mel. He did not trust the man and accused him of being a closet communist disguised as "mainstream" in the Honduran political landscape. I looked at my father at that time with amused suspicion since I knew that he was a die-hard member of the right-leaning Partido Nacional and according to him the devil always wore red, coincidentally Zelaya's party official color. Mel got elected President and took office in early 2006, much to my father's chagrin. My father died on November 2nd, 2006 from a chronic illness in Waterbury, Connecticut and even to his last breath warned me about Mel Zelaya. After his death I got busy doing my routine of being a doctor in Connecticut. Until June 28th, 2009. I received a text message from Sandra... she will appear sporadically throughout my flight of ideas...and she wrote that there a a coup d'etat in Honduras! ¡Golpe de Estado en Honduras! I turned the television on and CNN en Español had a scene out of Dante's Inferno: Mel Zelaya, disheveled and unkempt, in his pajamas next to Costa Rican President Arias complaining about the military take-over in Honduras. I was riveted. I could feel my father smiling in Heaven (I think) having the last laugh. Hugo Chavez was angry. Daniel Ortega was angry. Evo Morales was beside himself. Rafael Correa was in a state of shock. Cristina de Kirschner was furious: hey Cristina, take care of your people in Argentina dying of swine flu! Then a scene out of "One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest", Roberto Micheletti being sworn in as President of Honduras! Hugo Chavez was now very angry! "I will invade Honduras and throw out Goriletti and re-install Zelaya" What did Obama think? Who cared? He was too busy reversing Bush's dismal record. The UN, OAS, and all the diplomatic manouvering did not help Zelaya. Why? Zelaya betrayed his people. Once again, Honduras was victimized by a native son. Most of Honduras supported the so-called coup and despise Zelaya, an empty promise, a Trojan Horse for Chavez and his unsustainable Bolivarian Revolution. What a mess in Honduras! Isolated, despised by the diplomatic community, reviled as the ultimate Banana Republic. But we preferred six months of isolation to twenty six years of repression. We have enough arroz, frijoles, tortillas and guineos to survive; long live Honduras and the rest of the world, ¡váyanse al carajo! We have Miss Universe and our beloved National Soccer Selección to make us forget of Mel Zelaya.
Ahhh, Miss Universe. All through the years, Honduras has sent a delegate to the Miss Universe pageant, a self-fulfilling prophecy of cameo appearances by the Honduran representatives, ill-prepared and ill-informed. So we have Miss Honduras 2009, not elected in a beauty pageant but selected by a panel of so-called beauty experts... surprise, surprise, we had a great candidate, Belgica Suarez from Tegucigalpa who arrived in the Bahamas full of enthusiasm, charisma and became a fan favorite to classify to the Final roud. Honduras forgot about the Zelayista Affaire and focused its attention on the new beauty heroine... Paddy Power bookmakers had her as a favorite; could it be possible? Would Honduras join the top echelon of Latin American beauty alongside Puerto Rico and Venezuela? But once again we were disappointed on August 23rd; she did not make it, Venezuela won it, but we were happy for the brief interlude of reality.
So we are left with our National Soccer team. Frankly, I have had little hope of making it to the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. I'd figured that it would be Mexico, Costa Rica, and the United States with Honduras or El Salvador going against Ecuador or Argentina (that is if they are not dead from swine flu, thanks Cristina!). Once again, surprise, surprise: Costa Rica, USA and Honduras would make it if the playoffs were to end today with the arrogant Mexicans praying to defeat a South American machine to make it! We are now confident in Honduras that our National team will see action in South Africa. These guys are powerful but inconsistent. So our dreams are in the shoulders of Honduras' soccer team. Not even Mel Zelaya can spoil this for us. In the meantime, the Honduran Presidential campaign has started and Zelaya's sorry episode is being buried in Honduras' shameful political history. Who will it be this time? Liberal Elvin Santos or National Pepe Lobo...same difference, but we are now engaged in ¡Honduras al Mundial! ¡Honduras al Mundial!
Manuel "Mel" Zelaya Rosales decided to run for the Presidency of Honduras in 2005. He was a very successful and wealthy lumber merchant in Olancho, Honduras' largest departamento, akin to America's largest state. He was a member of the left-leaning Partido Liberal, my mother's political party. My father, who was living in Honduras at that time, moving there after my mother passed away in 1999, was very suspicious of Mel. He did not trust the man and accused him of being a closet communist disguised as "mainstream" in the Honduran political landscape. I looked at my father at that time with amused suspicion since I knew that he was a die-hard member of the right-leaning Partido Nacional and according to him the devil always wore red, coincidentally Zelaya's party official color. Mel got elected President and took office in early 2006, much to my father's chagrin. My father died on November 2nd, 2006 from a chronic illness in Waterbury, Connecticut and even to his last breath warned me about Mel Zelaya. After his death I got busy doing my routine of being a doctor in Connecticut. Until June 28th, 2009. I received a text message from Sandra... she will appear sporadically throughout my flight of ideas...and she wrote that there a a coup d'etat in Honduras! ¡Golpe de Estado en Honduras! I turned the television on and CNN en Español had a scene out of Dante's Inferno: Mel Zelaya, disheveled and unkempt, in his pajamas next to Costa Rican President Arias complaining about the military take-over in Honduras. I was riveted. I could feel my father smiling in Heaven (I think) having the last laugh. Hugo Chavez was angry. Daniel Ortega was angry. Evo Morales was beside himself. Rafael Correa was in a state of shock. Cristina de Kirschner was furious: hey Cristina, take care of your people in Argentina dying of swine flu! Then a scene out of "One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest", Roberto Micheletti being sworn in as President of Honduras! Hugo Chavez was now very angry! "I will invade Honduras and throw out Goriletti and re-install Zelaya" What did Obama think? Who cared? He was too busy reversing Bush's dismal record. The UN, OAS, and all the diplomatic manouvering did not help Zelaya. Why? Zelaya betrayed his people. Once again, Honduras was victimized by a native son. Most of Honduras supported the so-called coup and despise Zelaya, an empty promise, a Trojan Horse for Chavez and his unsustainable Bolivarian Revolution. What a mess in Honduras! Isolated, despised by the diplomatic community, reviled as the ultimate Banana Republic. But we preferred six months of isolation to twenty six years of repression. We have enough arroz, frijoles, tortillas and guineos to survive; long live Honduras and the rest of the world, ¡váyanse al carajo! We have Miss Universe and our beloved National Soccer Selección to make us forget of Mel Zelaya.
Ahhh, Miss Universe. All through the years, Honduras has sent a delegate to the Miss Universe pageant, a self-fulfilling prophecy of cameo appearances by the Honduran representatives, ill-prepared and ill-informed. So we have Miss Honduras 2009, not elected in a beauty pageant but selected by a panel of so-called beauty experts... surprise, surprise, we had a great candidate, Belgica Suarez from Tegucigalpa who arrived in the Bahamas full of enthusiasm, charisma and became a fan favorite to classify to the Final roud. Honduras forgot about the Zelayista Affaire and focused its attention on the new beauty heroine... Paddy Power bookmakers had her as a favorite; could it be possible? Would Honduras join the top echelon of Latin American beauty alongside Puerto Rico and Venezuela? But once again we were disappointed on August 23rd; she did not make it, Venezuela won it, but we were happy for the brief interlude of reality.
So we are left with our National Soccer team. Frankly, I have had little hope of making it to the 2010 World Cup in South Africa. I'd figured that it would be Mexico, Costa Rica, and the United States with Honduras or El Salvador going against Ecuador or Argentina (that is if they are not dead from swine flu, thanks Cristina!). Once again, surprise, surprise: Costa Rica, USA and Honduras would make it if the playoffs were to end today with the arrogant Mexicans praying to defeat a South American machine to make it! We are now confident in Honduras that our National team will see action in South Africa. These guys are powerful but inconsistent. So our dreams are in the shoulders of Honduras' soccer team. Not even Mel Zelaya can spoil this for us. In the meantime, the Honduran Presidential campaign has started and Zelaya's sorry episode is being buried in Honduras' shameful political history. Who will it be this time? Liberal Elvin Santos or National Pepe Lobo...same difference, but we are now engaged in ¡Honduras al Mundial! ¡Honduras al Mundial!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Young Iranians to Ayatollah Khamenei: Bring It On!
I have been following the Iranian election news on Twitter and their links and I have been surprised by the defiance of the young Iranians after Ayatollah Khamenei's edict to stop the protests. They are very defiant and this has been confirmed by Richard Engel on MSNBC. It looks like the protesters are unfazed by the Ayatollah and plan to protest tomorrow in huge numbers. I do hope that Mousavi has the fortitude to support them and not to run and hide. I hope that Ayatollah Rafsanjani also supports the Iranians who dream of being free from the repressive theocracy. If you read a little bit of Iran's history you will find that this defiance is not unprecedented: There were protests in 1906, 1909 and 1925 against the last three Qajar Shas: Mozaffar al-Din Shah Qajar, Mohammad Ali Shah Qajar, and Ahmad Shah Qajar, which ended up toppling each of them and also in 1941 and 1979 against the two Pahlavi Shahs: Reza Shah and Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, which also caused their downfall, the latter bringing the Islamic revolution that put in power the exiled Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini.Fast-forward to 2009, the people of Iran are restless again and want to be free. This is the most dangerous challenge to the rule of the Mullahs, but this time they cannot demonize our American President or the Western world because the blame rests squarely on the shoulders of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Ayatollah Khamenei and the repressive regime that they lead. So I send many prayers to the courageous Iranian people so that they can achieve their dreams and objectives in search of freedom..and I hope that if there is a showdown in the streets of Tehran, our government sends signals of support for the Iranian people. President Obama has been doing the right thing in staying on the margins of this event (even if the careless and warmongering GOP has been attacking him and accusing him of being weak), but if there is an escalation of such magnitude that there is a violent crackdown against the protesters, then we as Americans should do every thing possible to support them diplomatically.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Clear Waters
Welcome to my blog. It was difficult to pick a name for my blog but soon I realized that my inner self is made up of many voices and impressions that have been formed as I go along in life experiencing people, ideas, and emotions. I have always complained to my friends that life is such a contradiction of values and actions, it is so difficult to discern the true value of things, it is like swimming in the Ticamaya Lagoon in my native Honduras, full of pollution and algae...after a swim you feel slimy and contaminated by what you have experienced that it stays with you even after showering a few times. Nothing as refreshing and reinvigorating as swimming in clear waters where you can see the sky from below even with the refraction of light. I will be writing about everything: politics, music, healthcare, current events, traveling, personal thoughts, family, and about my friends. So I am eager to get going, not sure how it will go, but I will give it my best shot. Whereas I will write in English, from time to time I will write things in Spanish to add gusto to the discussion. ¡Gracias y bienvenidos!
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