Good Night

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.

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.

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

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

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