¡Pliis!
No' vamos pa' 'lla.
¿Pa' donde?
Donde crezcan las palmas
Donde como alcapurrias
Donde veo el azul claro en el oceano e en el mar
Donde bailo donde quiero
Donde hay familia
¡Pliis!
No' vamos pa' 'lla!
Donde los gallos me levantan por la mañana
Donde como mango y quenepas
Donde como limber de coco
Donde como coco donde quiera
Donde tomo coco como agua
Donde hay iglesia por donde quiera
¡Pliis!
No' vamos pa' 'lla!
Donde habian indios, españoles, e africanos
Donde juntaban ser el borincano
Donde las mujeres andan y bailan en tacos
Donde los caballeros te tratan como reina
Donde to' el mundo es bello
¡Pliis!
No' vamos pa' 'lla!
Donde comemos, bebemos, y gozamos
Donde uno viene y se va con un abrazo e un beso
Donde tengo corazon
Donde sale los aguaceros (¡una bendición!)
Donde el coquí canta y canta y canta
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Shy Feet
She hadn't felt music
in so long.
The shell of her body shielded
her from the infection of music.
Inside she was cold and empty.
It seemed foreign to her.
This music. A past memory.
She remembered how it filled and moved her.
But no more.
It reverberated off her shell
but no vibration inside.
She felt lonely for her
one and only and consistent companion.
The companion that filled her with
joy and laughter and movement.
She missed her music terribly.
She was alarmed not only
to not feel music,
but also not to miss it.
As if it was a stranger
that passed her on the street.
Unknown.
Something in her woke.
She wanted to reconnect
to try
to see if she could force music into her
She went and stood so many times
on the outskirts
on the periphery
She went to listen
and stood
but the music didn't fill
and she felt flat
and she left
no dancing
no music
not for her
She returned again and again
feeling empty
no music
no rhythm
not for her
She stopped.
Her heart was no longer in her chest
It had been thieved from her
She was empty
The smile erased
empty face
no tears, either
they had been robbed from her
She was empty
But then she dared
She WOULD face music again
the stranger and see if it would take her in
She stood on the outskirts
she watched the joy of the couples
his and his feet together
her and her feet together
his and her feet together
couples laughing, joyful
learning, laughing, moving, laughing
The corners of her mouth slightly curled
Live music
live drum
live violin
and cantores
She closed her eyes to remember
She stood closer
The breeze whispered around her
and lifted a part of her
Her knees began keeping time
She kept watch on the couples
his and his hips
her and her hips
his and her hips
Her knees kept time
his and his arms
her and her arms
his and her arms
Her hips began to move
A coro came on
She doesn't remember what it was about
She shyly took up her bag and moved closer to the stage,
still in a corner
She wanted not to be conspicious
she was still testing herself
But her knees kept time
her legs kept time
her hips kept time
She wasn't counting
Y la musica la entro
She put her bag down
She created a circle of safety
She moved
She moved
Arms
Legs
Hips
Feet
Tan-tan-tan
como los tambores
The wall, the shell
slowly disappeared
Was it just a veil?
Asi es, mami
Asi es, papi
She was joined
by a gemelo
each inspired by the other
Each keeping proper space
but mimicking
and dancing
and smiling
and joyful
and the music filled her
and she was dancing
like the dancing she remembered
the memory
the memory
of moving
and smiling
it returned to her
she moved this way
for 2 songs
and then she became shy
her feet stopped
her bag called
the safety of her journal
not wanting to lose what it was like
to feel music again
she wrote it down
she moved
her pen
to remember
in so long.
The shell of her body shielded
her from the infection of music.
Inside she was cold and empty.
It seemed foreign to her.
This music. A past memory.
She remembered how it filled and moved her.
But no more.
It reverberated off her shell
but no vibration inside.
She felt lonely for her
one and only and consistent companion.
The companion that filled her with
joy and laughter and movement.
She missed her music terribly.
She was alarmed not only
to not feel music,
but also not to miss it.
As if it was a stranger
that passed her on the street.
Unknown.
Something in her woke.
She wanted to reconnect
to try
to see if she could force music into her
She went and stood so many times
on the outskirts
on the periphery
She went to listen
and stood
but the music didn't fill
and she felt flat
and she left
no dancing
no music
not for her
She returned again and again
feeling empty
no music
no rhythm
not for her
She stopped.
Her heart was no longer in her chest
It had been thieved from her
She was empty
The smile erased
empty face
no tears, either
they had been robbed from her
She was empty
But then she dared
She WOULD face music again
the stranger and see if it would take her in
She stood on the outskirts
she watched the joy of the couples
his and his feet together
her and her feet together
his and her feet together
couples laughing, joyful
learning, laughing, moving, laughing
The corners of her mouth slightly curled
Live music
live drum
live violin
and cantores
She closed her eyes to remember
She stood closer
The breeze whispered around her
and lifted a part of her
Her knees began keeping time
She kept watch on the couples
his and his hips
her and her hips
his and her hips
Her knees kept time
his and his arms
her and her arms
his and her arms
Her hips began to move
A coro came on
She doesn't remember what it was about
She shyly took up her bag and moved closer to the stage,
still in a corner
She wanted not to be conspicious
she was still testing herself
But her knees kept time
her legs kept time
her hips kept time
She wasn't counting
Y la musica la entro
She put her bag down
She created a circle of safety
She moved
She moved
Arms
Legs
Hips
Feet
Tan-tan-tan
como los tambores
The wall, the shell
slowly disappeared
Was it just a veil?
Asi es, mami
Asi es, papi
She was joined
by a gemelo
each inspired by the other
Each keeping proper space
but mimicking
and dancing
and smiling
and joyful
and the music filled her
and she was dancing
like the dancing she remembered
the memory
the memory
of moving
and smiling
it returned to her
she moved this way
for 2 songs
and then she became shy
her feet stopped
her bag called
the safety of her journal
not wanting to lose what it was like
to feel music again
she wrote it down
she moved
her pen
to remember
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
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