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domingo, 2 de diciembre de 2007

Merry Christmas (Segunda parte)




Justificar a ambos ladosAll I want for christmas is you:

I don't want a lot for Christmas

There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is... You

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There's just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
All I want for Christmas is you
You baby

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I don't even wish for snow
I'm just gonna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe
I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for Saint Nick
I won't even stay awake to
Hear those magic reindeers click
'Cause I just want you here tonight
Holding on to me so tight
What more can I do
Baby all I want for Christmas is you
Ooh baby
All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of children's
Laughter fills the air
And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me the one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me...

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door
Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is... You

All I want for Christmas is you... baby (repeat and fade)

Continuando con las histerietas (histeria mezclada con historietas) recuerdo que cuando niño, solía estar entre familia, y con mis primas y primos inventábamos mil y un travesuras, claro sanamente, que nuestros padres eran los propios dictadores, no se les escapabá uno o una, corriamos por las aceras de la urbanización donde vivía mi abuela, sí, aquí en Venezuela todo es muy familiar en Navidad y Fin de año.

Bueno, a lo que vine, érase una vez que se hacía cada vez más tarde, y dimos tantas vueltas por el vecindario, que no sabíamos ni donde nos encontrabamos, y uno de los muchachos se asustó tanto con un perro que nos perseguía que comenzó a correr, no nos quedó otra que ir tras él, y todo se complicó, nos salió un viejito que nos regañó, e incluso a mí casi me pega en la cara, porque yo le contesté, nunca me le quedo callado a nadie, no sé si sea un defecto o una virtud, el hecho es que eso siempre me trae graves consecuencias.

Al final todos nos burlamos de la situación, claro luego me chalequeaban (bromeaban) acerca del "enfrentamiento con la momia viviente", al fin, la prima mayor recordó el camino de vuelta a la casa de la madre de nuestros padres (¿me explico), ¿no sería muy tarde? ¿y si nos regañaban? ¡Ah! nos van a castigar -exclamaban algunos-, en lo que nos acercamos, nos sentamos un rato en el porche de la vecina -muy buena gente la doña-, en eso se acerca un tio de nosotros, y se sorprendió, pensó que andabamos en nuestras caminatas -jijiji-, no, teníamos mucho rato ahí sentados hablando tonterias.

Y nos dió a entender que nadie nos había extrañado, que la noche apenas comenzaba, en la familia suelen madrugar por esos días de parranda, ya nosotros sentíamos la pesadez de haber comido tantas chucherías y pan de jamón, y para colmo a uno se le ocurrió hace run concurso para ver quien comía más hallacas, ganó uno de los tragones, no recuerdo cual, en fin se ha podido sentar 17 multisápidas.

Continuing with the comycsterias (hysteria mixed with comic) I remember as a child, I used to be among family, and my cousins, inventing premiums and a thousand and mischief, of course healthy, that our parents were themselves dictators, no one can escape from they, we used to ran on the sidewalks of urbanization where my grandmother lived, yes, here in Venezuela is all too familiar in Christmas and New year.

Well, as I came. Once upon a time that was increasingly late, and we took so many laps around that neighborhood, or that we did not know where we were, and one of the boys became frightened by a dog so we started chasing to run, we became another to go after him, and everything is complicated, then an old man who start us a scolding, and even to me almost hits me in the face, because I answered him, I would never stay silent to anyone, not I know if a defect or a virtue, the fact is that I always brings me serious consequences.


In the end we all mocked the situation, then of course all joshing me (kidding) about the "confrontation with the living mummy" at the end, the premium increased recalled the way back to the house of the mother of Our Fathers (Do I devote myself dealing?), Would not it be too late? What if we Regan? Ah! We are going to be punished, some exclaim, as we get closer, we sat awhile on the porch of the good neighbor -people-, in this case is about an uncle to us, and was surprised, thought he walked in, he guess that we were in our lovely walks, no, we had much time sitting there talking nonsense.

And we understand that nobody gave us had missed, which began the night just in the family often by these early days of parranda (party), and we feel the heaviness of eating so many sweets and bread ham, and to cap it at a did you run contest to see who ate more hallacas (national meal), won one of the tragones (eaters), I do not remember which anyway have been able to lay 17 multisápidas (multiflavoreds).
to be continue...

sábado, 1 de diciembre de 2007

Felíz Navidad - Merry Christmas

Es una época que te hace sentir vivo, te llena de plenitud, aparecen esas pequeñas cosas que generan en ti bienestar y un sentimiento de fraternidad.

Entre mis cosas favoritas en navidad están: el pan de jamón, la torta negra, la ensalada de gallina que hace mi tia, los villancicos y cánticos propios de la temporada, las hallacas preparadas por mí, las demás no me gustan tanto.


It is a time that makes you feel alive, you full of plenitude, these are small things in you that generate prosperity and a sense of brotherhood.

Among my favorite things at Christmas are: bread ham, black cake, chicken salad, the carols and songs typical of the season, hallacas prepared by me, I do not like the others so much.









Mis canciones favoritas por estas fechas son:

"O Holy Night" ("Cantique de Noël") is a well-known Christmas carol composed by Adolphe Adams in 1847 to the french poem "Minuit, chrétiens" by Placide Cappeau (1808-1877), a wine merchant and poet. Cappeau was asked to write a Christmas poem by a parish priest. It has become a standard modern carol for solo performance with an operatic finish.

Original version:

Oh holy night! The stars are brightly shining,
It is the night of our dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining,
'Til He appear'd and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angels' voices!
Oh night divine, Oh night when Christ was born;
Oh night divine, Oh night, Oh night Divine.
Led by the light of Faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts by His cradle we stand.
So led by light of a star sweetly gleaming,
Here come the wise men from Orient land.
The King of Kings lay thus in lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our friend.
He knows our need, to our weakness is no stranger,
Behold your King! Before Him lowly bend!
Behold your King, Behold your King.
Truly He taught us to love one another;
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Chains shall He break for the slave is our brother;
And in His name all oppression shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
Let all within us praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! O praise His Name forever,
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
His power and glory evermore proclaim.
Second version:

O! Holy night! The stars, their gleams prolonging,
Watch o'er the Eve of our dear Saviour's birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error, longing
For His appearance, then the Spirit felt its worth.
A thrill of hope; the weary world rejoices,
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn.
Fall on your knees! Oh, hear the angel voices!
O night divine, the night when Christ was Born;
O night, O holy night, O night divine!
Led by the light of faith serenely beaming,
With glowing hearts we stand by the Babe adored.
O'er the world a star is sweetly gleaming,
And come now, Shepherds, from your flocks unboard.
The Son of God lay thus w'thin lowly manger;
In all our trials born to be our Lord.
He knows our need, our weakness never lasting,
Behold your King! By Him, let Earth accord!
Behold your King! By Him, let Earth accord!
Truly He taught us to love one another,
His law is love and His gospel is peace.
Long live His truth, and may it last forever,
For in His name all discordant noise shall cease.
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we,
With all our hearts we praise His holy name.
Christ is the Lord! Then ever, ever praise we,
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
His power and glory ever more proclaim!
Celine version:

O Holy night, the stars
are brightly shining

It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Til He appeared and the
soul felt it's worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoyces
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn

Fall on your knees
O hear the angel voices
O night divine!

O night when Christ was born

O night divine!

O night, O night divine!



And in His Name, all oppression shall cease
Sweet hymns of joy in grateful chorus raise we
Let all within us praise his holy name

Christ is the Lord!
Their name forever praise we


Noel, Noel O night, O night Divine
Noel, Noel
O night, O night Divine
Noel, Noel
O night, O holy Night


Otra de las canciones que suelo entonar en navidad:


Niño Lindo
Ante Tí me rindo,
Niño Lindo,
eres Tú mi Dios. (bis)
Esa tu hermosura;
Ese tu candor,
el alma me roba,
el alma me roba,
me roba el amor.
Niño Lindo...
Con tus ojos lindos,
Jesús mírame,
y sólo con eso
y s'olo con eso
me consolaré.
Niño Lindo...
La vida, bien mío,
y el alma también,
te ofrezco, gustoso,
te ofrezco, gustoso,
rendido a tus pies.
Niño Lindo...
De mí no te ausentes
pues, sin tí qué haré?
Cuando tú te vayas
Cuando tú te vayas
haz por llevarme.
Niño Lindo...
Adiós, tierno Infante,
adiós, Niño, adiós
adiós, dulce amante,
adiós, dulce amante,
adiós Niño adiós.
Niño Lindo...
Versión Orquestral:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YEAyFwNBEhE




Aguinaldo Venezolano:


Si la Virgen fuera Andina
y San José de los llanos
El Niño Jesús sería
Un Niño venezolano (bis)

Sería un niño de alpargatas
y liquiliqui planchao
un sombrero de cogoyo
y el calzón arremangao.

Tendría los ojos negritos
quien sabe si aguarapaos
y la cara tostadita
del sol de por estos lados

Por cuna tendr'ia un chinchorro
chiquito y muy bien tejido
y la Virgen mecer'ia
al Niño Jesús dormido.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wt5FuoW2H78


Have a lovely season, have yourself a merry christmas

FELIZ NAVIDAD


miércoles, 4 de julio de 2007

Sepulcro

ya paso el cadáver por sepelio al sepulcro,
su sepultura encierra cuan enigmático es hallar dato,
como rebusco viso tan admirado por fanático prefiero,
copar féretro como encaje duro dado cuanto tardo,
existo luego manifesto inmanente vivencia acallar,
grito por flanco ha costado demasiado lo mucho en llanto,
contento cotejo si computo la culpa fue de quien trato,
escruto medio el baúl del asombro interrumpo voto,
calmo mi sed con aseverar que expectativa brego trasto,
ojeriza causa encono entre rencillas para enojo de santo,
cuidar el juicio prudente sea señal ingente de evidente horror,
placer es honor al crédito pero demérito ocasión expiro,
acá fallece sino nace al origen de éste proceso,
no progreso por memoria ora recuerdo fable apogeo derroto,
celebro cuando oferto plácido humor para burla del destino,
desatino reparo en remedo del emulo divino que halago,
sonsaco al resto del recinto para estimular sus actos,
erótico es semejante al gusto ardoroso por ardid discreto,
sin pudor esa honra al cabo me propicia trauma con timo,
estupor tras sollozo alterno el libre albedrío,
contemple peligro en mi canto le hechizo para ilustrarlo,
oscuro pasaje de gimo, bramido, lágrimas he alzado,
alcance desconozco a propósito porque arrepienta de hecho,
desecho cada objeto simbólico ahora sólo dejo alusión,
atienda presto sobre alegoría plasma en tinta derrotero,
siempre nada tornose completo jamás pues allí implora cierto,
miento en tanto con tan poco tiempo, misero algún sujeto topo,
digo incoado por verdad dentro del concepto mismo mio,
ahí tendrá el instante preciso episodio de fe porque debe haber gajo,
explico inmenso continuo gozando cada centímetro de aparato,
apartado el tamaño para saciar inexperto arbitrio,
quisiera quedar infrascrito en anales de historia compungido,
vergüenza sería formular fallo conque soma armo ciclo,
siglos han pasado me reporte futuro compromiso,
deuda por oficio le instrumento al presente quinto,
dos mas fruto no recabó, sólo le convirtió en vicio,
esclavo nacido, estruendo soportó y ningún cambio infringimos,
sufro pesar tan colorido, llamo al mito concurrido,
eterno nunca se oyó tan mal, peno, peno, peno,
me dejaré de quejar, solicito no brinde mas ofrenda ya rindo,
al pleito la última novedad por revista, panorama sublimar observo,
rima anoto como cuento cuanto ensayo se forjo aquí adentro,
alento constructivo énfasis cuya sinderesis expreso anecdótico,
crea vivir es evidenciar ésto que nadie comprende por patrón,
matizo cada aspecto sino calco ejemplo posterior,
adelanto en tono sabio eso esperado por contendor.