Saturday, May 17, 2008
If I were to die outside of California and in the absence of loves ones, I would want to hear the following song in the background in my last two minutes alive…
The song speaks to me… I hear it as if I had been alive in the mid-60s… as if my youth ended decades ago. But in reality, it’s simply that the most important events in my life happened while living in California. “All the leaves are brown…”
Posted by at 8:41 pm [Permalink]
Friday, December 1, 2006
The paragraph below was inspired by Armando Manzanero’s “Somos Novios.” Which reminds me… I need to update my “About Me” page. 🙂 I’m a year older, and well on my way to being immensely happier.
Posted by at 6:10 am [Permalink]
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Let him know about me. Start off by saying we met dancing and that there was something about that night that drove you crazy about me. Be blunt and say there are a thousand reasons why you chose me over him. Mention that I’m the better kisser and that I whisper things in your ear that he no longer does. End it all by telling him that you intend to see me tonight because in me you perceive a passion so ardent it can’t be put off. If after tonight you choose to go back to him and accept him with his faults, then so be it, just as long as we get to spend one more night together.
Dile que bailando te conocí.
Cuéntale que te conocí bailando;
Que quizas fue la noche la que te traicionó.
Otra, otra noche, otra
Posted by at 11:12 pm [Permalink]
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
On Sunday evening I caught a beautiful song on Cantando Por Un Sueño. (By the way, this is the only time I’ll ever admit to watching this trash of a show — Mexican TV’s answer to “American Idol.”) See if you can figure out what song it is just by reading my English translation of it.
Hint: It’s a song by “Sin Banderas.”
In my eyes, every assertion you make is nothing but the truth. When I hear you say that you are my ticket to heaven, I picture myself enjoying paradise with you. When your lips move to tell me that I’m all you have, I cry inside of me, and you become fully convinced that I sincerely consider myself the luckiest man on the face of the Earth. If you were to assert that the world’s oceans have ceased to be salty, I wouldn’t hesitate to spend an eternity ridding them of every grain of salt.
Unfortunately, every now and then I come to wonder if I should continue to act oblivious to your lies. Yes, all along I’ve been perfectly aware that you lie to my face, but I can’t bring myself to ask you to stop. Instead, when hearing your lies, I make my most gullible face so as to further encourage your lying ways. Your lies give me life, and that’s the reason why I pretend to be your gullible fool. Your lies paint for me a reality that makes me feel extremely grateful to be alive. You are the world’s biggest liar… and I love you for it.
Posted by at 8:18 pm [Permalink]
Sunday, May 28, 2006
I’m in no way right for you. We’re as different as autumn and spring. Whereas you’re selective in giving your love, I go for almost anyone who crosses my path. Breaking hearts is what I do, just like my father before me, and my grandfather before him. I conquer women only to remain with them long enough to fulfill my carnal needs. Once I’ve gotten what I want, I allow them to drift apart.
Drinking binges are the only constant in my disorderly life. Devoid of self-control, I’m voluntarily held captive by any place that features wine, women, and guitars. On the plus side, I do value friendships — well aware that today I might have riches, but I might need friends tomorrow when I’m only covered with rags. However, I’m not one to express my true feelings; hence, no one ever knows whether mine are tears of joy or tears of sorrow.
All in all, you’re better off without me.
Aléjate de mí
Aléjate de mí, yo en nada te convengo.
Yo todo lo que tengo lo doy por las damas;
Me quito la camisa por un buen amigo.
Bohemio de afición, amigo de las farras;
Yo todo lo que tengo lo doy por las damas;
Me quito la camisa por un buen amigo
Posted by at 9:36 pm [Permalink]
Monday, May 1, 2006
As I approached my jobsite, I noticed that all hispanic businesses were closed. I felt guilt. It was a moment of solidarity, and I wasn’t being part of it. As I came across students and coworkers, I kept my eyes down. I was ashamed to be at work. I know the plight of the undocumented immigrant… I lived it for more than a decade.
He packed a hat, a couple of shirts, Â¬â€ seven pictures,Â¬â€ some advice, and a thousand memories.Â¬â€ He had to put aside his dream of succeeding without having to leave home.Â¬â€ He directed his pleas to the crucifix resting on a shelf; he asked the Lord toÂ¬â€ please take care of those he was about to leave behind.Â¬â€ Â¬â€ With a smile clearly bathed with insincerity, he bid farewell to those he loved.
Somehow he managed to cross the border, but as soon as he set foot in his new home he became known as “wetback.”Â¬â€ Â¬â€ Bound to be kept wet by his nostalgia-induced tears, the pitiful wetback carries a burden that nobody else would dare withstand.Â¬â€ Â¬â€ He’s oppressed because he’s not able to produce a document that demonstrates his legal status.Â¬â€ Â¬â€ Overwhelmed by his desire to return home one day, he can’t see a freeway in the distance without hoping it were the small trail he used to know back home.Â¬â€ Although he was promised by the heavens the unalienable right to seek happiness wherever it may be found, society seems determined to convince him that he’s an outcast, and, thus, unworthy — all because he refused to die of starvation at home.
Empacó un par de camisas, un sombrero,
Empacó sus ganas de quedarse,
Dijo adiós con una mueca disfrazada de sonrisa.
Si la luna suave se desliza
El mojado tiene ganas de secarse.
El suplicio de un papel lo ha convertido en fugitivo.
Si la luna suave se desliza por cualquier cornisa sin permiso alguno.
Posted by at 8:52 pm [Permalink]
Friday, April 21, 2006
It took the breaking of my heart for me to appreciate “Let It Be.” Sang by The Beatles, “Let It Be” carries a spiritual message that believers and non-believers alike can’t help but embrace. “Let it be” — a three-word sentence that carries so much wisdom.
Speaking of words of wisdom, today I found myself in the right place at the right time. A fifth grade student at the school where I work had his scooter confiscated by an after-school coach because she had seen it being used on campus. The child was playing soccer with me, and he was so focused in the game that he didn’t become aware of what was taking place. As the coach walked away with his scooter, I called him and advised him to catch up to her and calmly let her know that the scooter had been used by other students without his consent. So he did.
A couple of minutes later, I turned my attention away from the soccer game to see if the student had been successful. I caught him walking toward the water fountain — no scooter with him. He didn’t seem upset, so I continued playing soccer. I assumed they had come to a mutual agreement. A bit later, I looked for the child again, and this time he was sitting on a bench next to the water fountain. If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s seeing a good child upset. I walked over to him and sat down. I asked him how it all turned out. He said that he had done as I told him, and the coach’s response was, “Doesn’t matter.”
Another person in my place would have considered approaching the coach, and in the presence of the child explain why he should have his scooter back. The after-school coach and I are not fond of each other, but that did not keep me from realizing that going the route described above would have put her in a tough situation because it would seem that I’m undermining her judgment and authority. Instead, I told him to forget about the scooter and continue playing soccer. Before giving him a chance to get up, I added that he would get his scooter no matter what — it would only be a matter of time. I concluded by assuring him that if by after-school Monday he still didn’t have his scooter, I would ask my boss for help. That did the trick. The child got up and played with joy.
When it was almost time for me to come home, I advised him once more. This time I told him to make sure to approach the coach before going home today and kindly ask, “When may I pick up my scooter?”
A few minutes later, prepared to come home and rest, I looked for my wallet and my keys, and to my shock and dismay, only my wallet remained. I asked the nearby students if they saw anyone taking my keys. Only one student actually cared to go beyond answering “no.” He looked over the spot where I usually keep my belongings and walked around with his eyes fixed on the ground, as if looking for something that was actually his. For that brief moment, neither soccer nor his scooter seemed of any importance to him. I was grateful and honored to see that the child was returning to me the amount of attention I had given him minutes before.
I left the playground to ask the coordinator of the after-school staff if anyone had brought my keys to her. I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see those keys again, so when I was asked by a child if I had lost my keys, I tried not to get excited. He told me some keys had been found and given to the coordinator. It was not until I held the keys that I felt complete relief. I thanked her and walked away.
In order to get to my car, I had to walk across the playground. From afar I caught my little friend about to exit the school. After it was all said and done, I felt great to know that we would both be getting home the same way we had arrived to school… me in my car, and David on his scooter.
Anyway…. sorry for having gone a bit off-topic. 🙂 Here’s my Spanish translation of “Let It Be”…
Mi fe en la Virgen Maria me ha sacado adelante en tiempos dificiles. Cuando me encuentro rodeado de la oscuridad, ella se para enfrente de mí para hacerme saber que puedo contar con su bendición. Gracias a ella, aún en las noches más nublosas una luz me alumbra hasta el amanecer. Al despertar, amanezco escuchando su melodiosa voz recitando palabras muy sabias… “No te mortifiques.”
Convencido estoy que cuando aquellos que padecen males depositen en ella la fe que he depositado yo, sus problemas desaparecerán, pues tal y como ella me lo ha aconsejado a mí, habrán dejado al mundo rodar.
Posted by at 10:04 pm [Permalink]
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
In the past, I have allowed women to easily rid themselves of me. For the first time in my life I feel signs of a willingness to put up a fight.
I sing next to your window in an attempt to make you aware of how I feel. Although I get no love from you, I can’t help loving you. People say I’m wasting my time, and that I should wake up from my dream. They say that in order to make you mine I must possess astronomical riches, and that in addition I must hand you the moon and the stars. Well, people are mistaken. I am not about to rid the sky of its moon and stars. Nor will I offer you any riches, but rest assured, though, that you will become mine… regardless of how much effort and time it takes.
Don’t get me wrong; I know you’re not the only woman out there. I’m also aware that plenty of them would become mine without me making the slightest effort. However, my heart has chosen you and I will not allow yet another of its desires to go unfulfilled. God knows my heart has suffered enough and its turn has come to experience joy. I leave it in your hands to make things right.
Canto al pie de tu ventana
Dicen que ando muy errado
Que voy a hacer
Dicen que pa’ conseguirte
Yo no bajaré la luna
Que voy a hacer
Yo sé que hay muchas mujeres
Mi corazón te ha escogido
Que voy hacer
Posted by at 5:56 pm [Permalink]
Sunday, November 6, 2005
A kiss from you is all it would take for me to lose my mind. Well, you drive me crazy as it is, but with that kiss you’ll make me completely yours. I will be your cat, your bodyguard, or your slave; whatever it takes to make you mine. I’m willing to keep you company at all times, just like a dog that follows his master around, waiting for a bit of love and attention. And when I finally get that love and attention, I’ll let you have the most beautiful flowers I can get ahold of, along with the small box where I’ve kept the one dream I thought I would never fulfill: having you as mine. Soon after that, atop the highest mountain, a man will be heard screaming at the top of his lungs that he loves you.
Voy a bendecir tu nombre
Voy a regalarte rosas
Tu me vuelves loco, loco, loco
Tú me matas con esa mirada
Si antes era un Don Juan ahora soy…
Soy el perro que sigue tus pasos, el
Voy a bendecir tu nombre
Voy a regalarte un cofre
Posted by at 2:23 pm [Permalink]
Sunday, October 23, 2005
I feel like buying her flowers and writing the following on the card.
Posted by at 4:40 pm [Permalink]