Friday, June 10, 2011

Cucurrucucu Paloma

http://youtu.be/bkAZJxDNj4Q

This is a beautiful song from Pedro Almodovar's film 'Hable con Ella' (Talk to Her) (2002). I watched the ilm last night and it still lingers in me. This song has become forever a part of me.


Here's an English Translation of the lyrics:

Cucurrucucu Paloma

They say that at nights

He simply went through by just crying

They say that he wasn’t eating

It simply didn’t suit him just taking (some food)

They swear that the sky itself

Was vibrating by listening his weeping

How he was suffering for her,

And even when he was dying he was calling at her:

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was wailing

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay he was singing

He was dying from mortal passion.

That a sad dove

Very early in the morning will sing

At the lonely house

Whose small doors are widely open

They swear that this dove

Is no other (thing) than his soul,

That is still waiting

For the unhappy (woman) to return.

Cucurrucucú dove, cucurrucucú don’t cry.

The stones never, dove,

What will they now of loves?

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,

Cucurrucucú, cucurrucucú,

Cucurrucucú, dove, don’t cry anymore

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

'The Word'

'Down near the bottom of the crossed-out list of things you have to do today,
between "green thread" and "broccoli" you find that you have penciled "sunlight."
Resting on the page, the word is as beautiful,
it touches you as if you had a friend and sunlight were a present he had sent you from some place distant as this morning -- to cheer you up, and to remind you that,
among your duties, pleasure is a thing, that also needs accomplishing.
Do you remember? that time and light are kinds of love, and love is no less practical than a coffee grinder or a safe spare tire?
Tomorrow you may be utterly without a clue but today you get a telegram,
from the heart in exile proclaiming that the kingdom still exists, the king and queen alive,
still speaking to their children,
- to any one among them who can find the time, to sit out in the sun and listen.'
 
-- Tony Hoagland