Wednesday, July 2, 2003It was in the mid-90s, as I rode the bus to school, that I came across a song, singer and title unknown. It would be played at least twice a week during the bus ride, and I’d listen attentively, even more so at its ending, wanting to hear the radio disc-jockey say, “And that was [so and so], singing [such and such].” It was in recent weeks that I finally figured it out! It’s Leonardo Favio’s “Ding-Dong, Estas Cosas del Amor”… which I listened to this morning, over and over again, and thought of… who else? 🙂 Translation:Ah, such is love. It happened a few days ago, upon arriving to the bus station. I was getting on, she was getting off. I looked at her, she looked at me. -Hey, What’s going on? Can I come with you? Did a mouse eat your tongue? And so we continued walking down Santa Fe street. She likes roses, I like carnations. Love is in the air. She’s delicate, warm and sweet, and look whose life she has just entered! I’m walking, pensive, and I smile to myself, because God exists to me — at least, in matters involving love. -Hot, eh? Hmm, we’re having disagreements. She says The Bee Gees, I say The Tremelon. If she says The Beatles, I say The Rolling Stones. –Haha, yes. If she says cats, I say fresh paint. If she says she likes Favio, I say Palito Ortega… to sing to love. –You see? You got upset. Today is Monday and I’m waiting for her. I know she’ll come. Today I love the whole world, and the whole world loves me… because there’s love. She’ll be absent to school, and I’ll be absent to work. She gives me a kiss, and I give her a carnation. And that is love… –Do you know how much I love you? Man, if you ever were to abandon me! Hey, you like going to the movies? Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong… Ding-Dong, Las Cosas del Amor (Leonardo Favio) Din-dong, ding-dong, estas cosas del amor. -Qué tal? Te puedo acompañar? Te comieron la lengua los ratones? Y así fuimos caminando por la calle Santa Fe. Ella es frágil, tierna y dulce mira que encontrarla yo. -Este calor, eh? Ding-dong, ding-dong, no hay acuerdo en el amor. Si ella dice que The Bee Gees, yo digo The Tremelon. –Ja-ja, sí. Si ella dice que los gatos yo digo pintura fresca. –Viste que sí? Te enojaste. Hoy es lunes y la espero sé que tiene que venir. Ella faltará al colegio, voy a faltar al taller. –Sabes como te quiero? Uy, si algún día me faltaras. Te gusta el cine? Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong… Posted by at 7:20 pm [Permalink]
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