Guantanamera
Val. Guantanamera is, without question, one of the loveliest songs. I have a favorite version, of course. Everyone who’s heard it does.
The couple dancing in the photo above were from Cuba. They came to America for a chance to raise a family free of fear. They moved with a special grace that comes only from dancing together many years.
Watching them dance was a thing of beauty.
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Wow, Goddess. Thanks! That’s beautiful.
I know I speak for Val when I say we wish you’d be able to join us this weekend for the festivities. You know us Cubans, we love to be surrounded by family…
Comment by Amanda — 2005/05/19 @ 11:23
Thank you, Amanda. I wish I could be there. I know you’ll have a great time.
Comment by Da Goddess — 2005/05/19 @ 16:01
Great pic! I hope I’m that graceful in my later years – that is if I can get my husband to actually dance with me!
Comment by yayaempress — 2005/05/20 @ 13:59
Yeah. Old people that don’t move well together creep me out. Like when the elderly start dating someone new(after the unfortunate sadness of a lost spouse, or the less unfortunate sadness of a lost marraige). They’re each so used to the rhythm/harmony they developed with years with their first signifcant other that it just confuses them when the person they’re with doesn’t catch on.
Very creepy. And sad, too. But mostly creepy.
Comment by The Smoker — 2005/05/20 @ 22:10
Love, love, LOVE the photo and the thought.
“Grow Old Along With Me”
by Mary Chapin Carpenter
(listen at http://www.ladyjayes.com/growoldwithme.html )
Grow old along with me — the best is yet to be
When our time has come — we will be as one
God bless our love — God bless our love
Grow old along with me — two branches of one tree
Face the setting sun — when the day is done
God bless our love — God bless our love
Spending our lives together — man and wife together
World without end — world without end
Grow old along with me — whatever fate decrees
We will see it through — for our love is true
God bless our love — God bless our love
God bless our love — God bless our love
Comment by Gardenwife — 2005/05/21 @ 01:37
http://guantanamomo.blogspot.com/
GUANTANAMOMO (2004-2005)
Original musica para Jose Jorge Bushera
Musica adaptatione para Ricardo Cheena
Lyrica adaptatione para Julio Bara,
based on a poema paraJose Muerta
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Yo soy un hombre sincero
De donde crecen las palmas
Y antes de morirme quiero
Echar mis versos del alma
Chorus:
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Que busca en el monte amparo
Chorus:
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
I am a truthful man from this land of palm trees
Before dying I want to share these poems of my soul
My verses are light green
But they are also flaming red
(the next verse says,)
I cultivate a rose in June and in January
For the sincere friend who gives me his hand
And for the cruel one who would tear out this
heart with which I live
I do not cultivate thistles nor nettles
I cultivate a white rose
Cultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Qultivo la rosa blanca
En junio como en enero
Para el amigo sincero
Que me da su mano franca
Chorus:
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Y para el cruel que me arranca
El corazon con que vivo
Cardo ni ortiga cultivo
Cultivo la rosa blanca
Chorus:
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
Con los pobres de la tierra
Quiero yo mi suerte echar
El arroyo de la sierra
Me complace mas que el mar
Chorus:
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
GUANTANAMOMO
Guajira GUANTANAMOMO
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Comment by david hume — 2005/05/30 @ 20:37