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2007/02/14

Just a thought...

Odio los días de San Valentín con toda mi alma. Si no fuera por el hecho que ésta gente nos compra millones de dólares en flores todos los años, creo que lo detestaría aún más. Es lo peor.

2007/02/08

Rudy mata Obama?

Una buena pregunta. Será que un republicano socialmente liberal como Rudy Giulani le puede a un demócrata moderado como Barack Obama en 2008?

De cualquier manera, todo parece indicar que el perfil de los candidatos de ambos partidos en Estados Unidos apunta a un sólo fenómeno: el resurgimiento del centro como opción de poder en los Estados Unidos. Siguen habiendo diferencias entre Republicanos y Demócratas, obviamente, pero no estamos ante personajes terriblemente divisorios como Howard Dean o el mismo George W. Bush, por lo menos. Interesante.

2007/02/06

Nos defendieron, carajo!

EL TIEMPO me dice que un columnista de The Guardian, un periódico inglés notorio por su visión de izquierda, salió a 'defender la imagen del país', así que naturalmente me interesé en ver qué era lo que pasaba. Y no puedo estar más de acuerdo con ésta joya:

Yet as long as the west refuses to curb its demand for cocaine - or legalise and commercialise it - the drug will be produced and traded from the entire Andean region. It is economic illiteracy to pretend that demand can be stemmed by curbing supply, and grotesquely unfair to persecute a poor supplier while one's own elite consumes vast quantities of the stuff. The corruption of Latin America's political economy by the west's narco guilt is sickening. The least that westerners can do to atone for this guilt is to visit Colombia and enjoy it.


Mejor no lo pude haber dicho jamás.

2007/02/03

Traducciones Vallenatas - Amarte Mas No Pude

OK, siguiendo con la tradición, les traduzco "Amarte Más No Pude", de Diomedes Díaz. Nunca pensé que llegara a disfrutar el vallenato de ésta manera. La letra original, la saqué de aquí.

N.B.: this is a translation of a "vallenato", a type of music from Northern Colombia. It's not the first: see the sidebar for more information!

Amarte Más no Pude (I Couldn't Have Loved you More), performed by Diomedes Díaz:

Why do you want to blame me?
if you were to me like water to the thirsty
Don't you remember how I felt like dying
without the honey of your kisses,

But once I saw you leave
I could not avoid it
I got stuck in the attempt,
You stopped to water the garden,
and there's but dead petals in it now

So then, why say
that I didn't love you if it wasn't true
so then, why say
that I didn't love you if it wasn't true
To say I didn't love ya' would be to deny my songs
and that Felix Molina never sang to his land

That the cumbia and the porro bare not the most noble of sentiments
and that all the toreros of the sabana
and that I forged a whole world of illusions with you
until I felt like I carried you like the blood in my veins.

But a day came when you left my land
without telling me neither why nor whereto
but a day came when you left my land
without telling me neither why nor whereto

I cared about you with all my soul, you know,
that I could not love more, you flew
towards the highest amongst the clouds
and I could no longer reach you

And now today, when you get off your cloud
it's too late, oh well...
since there is nothing left, of that greatest of loves...
since there is nothing left, of that greatest of loves...

Who could love us more than God,
if it was He who created us to His likeness.
He was the one who died in the cross for our salvation,
asking for nothing in return.

Likewise, did I suffer the absence of your love
as you flew along
not caring about my pain, that was your mistake,
so what are you really claiming?

And now you come along, asking for forgiveness
because a wind broke your wings,
and now you come along, asking for forgiveness
because a wind broke your wings,

I can forgive you if what you feel is repent
but coming back to you, I cannot do even in my dreams
Remember that I gave you the better part of my life,
seeking to be happy but I failed in my noble attempt
'Cause you thrashed my feelings around the floor,
as if they were something useless that you throw out anywhere.

And if it serves as consolation,
I'll ask my God to bless you,
and if it serves as consolation,
I'll ask my God to bless you

I cared about you with all my soul, you know,
that I could not love more, you flew
towards, amongst the clouds, the highest
and I could no longer reach you

And now today, when you get off your cloud
it's too late, oh well...
since there is nothing left, of that greatest of loves...
since there is nothing left, of that greatest of loves...
since there is nothing-nothing left, of that greatest of loves...

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