Sunday, April 3, 2005

On one of her trips to Mexico, my mother caught my hometown’s guitarist on tape as he played Tronco Seco for a crowd of fifteen. It’s a song with a strong message, and that’s why many people in the audience couldn’t help but give voice to their emotions.

Translation:

Walking on the streets where we used to lead a happy life, I must say I’m quite pleased to no longer be overcome with melancholy. Long ago I thought I’d never manage to forget you. Hell, many were the times I considered killing myself. But now I realize that forgetting you was the easiest of things.

I’m told that you, on the other hand, suffer because you wish we were back together. Alas, that cannot be. You rejected me when I wanted you the most. Now that the roles have reversed, you’re worth no more than trash to me. And like the piece of trash that you are, you’re never again to be had.

Or, if you prefer, you may also compare yourself to a stump that was once the most beautiful of trees. Like a stump, innately lifeless, no matter how much water you receive you’ll never again be worthy of devotion. I suggest you go on with your life, and never again waste a thought on me… ’cause I know I won’t waste one on you.

Tronco Seco (Gilberto Plasencia Paredes)

He pasado por la calle en que vivimos;
en que vivimos en un tiempo tan feliz.
Si supieras que ya pena no he sentido,
al mirar esos rincones ya sin ti.

Yo creí que no era facil olvidarte,
muchas veces hasta me quisé matar.
Pero ahora ya comprendo que es tan fácil,
olvidar a una mujer despues de amar.

En cambio sé que tú sufres,
y lloras por verme a tu lado otra vez,
eso no puede ser,
Â¬Â°fuiste tan mala!

Lo que no vale se bota,
y no se recoge en la vida jamas;
algo de eso eres tú,
Â¬Â°no vales nada!

Eres como un tronco seco,
que aunque lo rieguen no brota,
por eso ahora te ruego,
que en mi ya no pienses más.

Sunday, April 3, 2005

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