Talpa

Estudio un cuento corto de Juan Rulfo, del libro que compré en Querétaro hace casi dos años. Este es "Talpa", que es aparentemente una región de México. La primera oración usa el verbo "meterse", que conozco de "No te metas", que quiere decir "Mind your own business". En el cuarto el uso es "meterse entre los brazos de su madre". La oración termina con "quedito", una palabra desconocida a mí. Voy a adivinar que quiere decir "íntimo" o "de corazón". Déjame ver qué dice el diccionario... Hmmm... no está allí. Tendré que buscarla en linea más tarde. A continuación, el párrafo incluye "aguantado" en un contexto que implica el significado "held in". No conozco "aguantar" bien. ¿Es relacionado con "guante"? El DRAE dice quizás — no es claro.

Goodbye 2014!

2014 has been the worst year of my life. In total, I spent more days in medical offices, hospitals, and clinical labs than at the gym, beach, and in other leisure activities.

In June, after three weeks of hospital stay because she contracted cellulitis in her legs, and three more weeks bedridden in our house, my grandmother had a heart attack. She died before my mother and me, and we could not do anything. I was emotionally devastated, but I didn’t have time to recover.

During the hot summer, my father’s symptoms from his neuromuscular disease (myasthenia gravis) got worse, and I took him two times to the emergency room. After that, he underwent a costly treatment of IVIG (intravenous immunoglobulin). This treatment is bearable and easy, like a normal serum, but filling out the health insurance documents and waiting for the approval is time-consuming and grueling. My father is better now, considering his condition, and probably he will receive another round of IVIG in January. Sadly, more health problems in my family were still to come.

In October, my mother was diagnosed with endometrial cancer. She required surgery, and the surgeon took out a 9-centimeter cancerous mass from her uterus. Fortunately, she is healing well and doesn’t have any side effects after the surgery. In January, the doctors will decide whether she needs radiotherapy or another procedure.

I hope I will not see many white coats (doctors) during 2015, at least after January.

Best wishes to all Scribblando writers!!!

Bubbles of Love

I have a heart
mutilated of hope and reason,
I have a heart that gets up wherever
Oh!
And that heart
takes off itself impatiently
before your voice,
Poor heart that doesn't catch its sanity.
I would want to be a fish
to touch my nose in your fish tank
and make love's bubbles wherever,
to pass the night unveiled
wet in you.
A fish,
to embroider of corals your waist
and make love's figures under the moon,
to satisfy this madness
wet in you.
Sing heart
with an essential anchor of hope,
dream heart,
don't full yourself of bitterness.
...
One night
for sinking us up to the end
face to face
kiss by kiss
and living forever
wet in you.
Dominican Lyrics

I Don't Care At All

You play to love me,
I play you think that I love you,
by searching an alibi
you give me a passion that I don't expect.

And I don't care at all,
you play to cheat me,
I play you think that I believe you,
I listen to your nonsenses
about love and desire.

And I don't care at all
if you are laughing or dreaming,
if you are saying or doing something.
And I don't care at all,
as much as I put my mind to it,
I am playing and I don't care at all.

You play to have me,
I play you think that you have me
serene and confident,
I invent words that hurts you.

And I don't care at all,
you play to forget me,
I play you think that it matters me,
I know the game,
I can manage me in short distances.
....Lyrics

Beyond

When you're giving without expecting something in return,
when you love really,
when you apologize instead of holding a grudge,
there is peace in your heart.

When you feel sorry for your friend and his sorrow,
when you look the star that hides the fog,
there is peace in your heart.

Beyond the grudge from the tears and the sorrow
the love's light shines within every heart.
Illusion, Christmas, put your dreams to fly,
harvest peace, give love, the whole world asks for any more.

When a prayer pops out, when you accept the mistake,
when you find a place for freedom there is a smile more.
When reason comes and misunderstanding comes out,
when you want to fight for an ideal, there is a smile more.
There is a ray of sunshine by the window,
there is a better world when learning to love.
....
When you put your fears to bed and proclaim friendship,
when you have joined your voice to the same singing, there is peace in your heart.
When you look forward to and discover the truth,
when you want to build a better tomorrow, there is peace in your heart.
Cuban Christmas Lyrics

A Real Story of Christmas

Christmas has reminded me a story told by a friend from Hungary just some days ago.
It is a kind of story untold on the news.


In a Budapest street was usual to see sitting a man about fifty on a bench, he was a homeless.
But just some days ago, in that bench there were a bunch of flowers and a lot of candles lit that spontaneously neighbours had left. ¿What had it happened?
Man had died, he was a cult man, he was often reading books on the bench accompanied by a carton of cheap wine.
With this real story, I want to say Marry Christmas to you, Mat and to everybody in this blog and to every men homeless.

Health's Day

Yesterday, we celebrated the Health's Day. Surely, you will wonder why we celebrate this day.
Yesterday, there was a Christmas Raffle. Everybody in Spain, buys tickets with the aim of being rich or simply having a better situation. The fact of everybody buys these tickets, increase the feeling of excitement. That's very good in these critic moments. The excitement is very important, because you can think in your next future.... with the aim of all things are better.
But not everybody can win the lottery. But if I had to chose an image of the news of yesterday I would chose one:
A black women, without any permission or papers, without work, withour money ... won a lot of money. That woman needed the money to foost her family. Her dream was a reality. isn't it cool?
Is for this reason, that people didn't win  the lottey, want the health to keep their excitemente. Without Health we can't do anything.

Before finishing my post I only wish you a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR. WHERE ALL YOUR WISHES ARE REALITY. HAVE FUN IN THESE MAGIC DAYS. NEVER LOSE YOUR EXCITEMENT.

Nacionalismo ruso

Al leer una noticia sobre Rusia y sus relaciones internacionales, me pareció la última oración muy perspicaz. Es aquí con mi intento de traducirla:

By proclaiming ethnicity and religion as the basis for Russian statehood and aggression against its neighbors, Putin is inadvertently stoking the forces of secessionism in those parts of Russia that are historically and culturally Islamic.

Proclamando identidad étnica y religión como la base para la categoría de estado de Rusia y por su agresión contra sus vecinos, Putin aviva involuntariamente las fuerzas de secesionismo en aquellas partes de Rusia que son islámicas histórica y culturamente.

(El hecho es que un colombiano ya me ayudó con esta traducción.)

La mejor palabra en el pasaje inglés es "stoking" o "to stoke". Su principal signficado es avivar un fuego y, de hecho, se podría haber esperado que el autor escribiera "stoking the FIRES of secessionism".

Será interesante ver si las acciones de Putin en Ucrania tienen consecuencias inesperadas en las regiones sureñas de Rusia. Él cree que ha aumentado el territorio de Rusia, pero quizá su nacionalismo ruso esté sembrando las semillas de división. Vamos a esperar y ver.

Starting Tomorrow

Starting tomorrow, I will start living the half of my life.
Starting tomorrow, I will start dying the half of my death
Starting tomorrow, I will start returning from my one-way trip

Starting tomorrow, I will start measuring every stroke of luck
Starting tomorrow, I will start living a healthier life
In other words, starting tomorrow, I will start rolling through better paths,
cigarettes better and also why not, the best apples,
the best fun and, on the table, the best of the wines.

Until today, I was only what I am, "a Quijote learner"
I was able to fight and even to win sometimes without losing my moustache
Now, I must think that the bells can't stop to sound,
although I have to do, more things than today,
Starting tomorrow.

if starting tomorrow, I would decide living the half of my death
or starting tomorrow, I would decide dying the half of my life.
Starting tomorrow, I should accept that I am not the strongest,
that I neither have courage nor shame to hide my deep wounds.

if starting tomorrow, I would decide living a quiet life
and I would stop to be a dreamer to be a serious man,
then tomorow, everyone might say me: "your own battery was over,
you have left without energy, you are brave no longer, your mystery is over".
Lyrics

Neither am I from here nor am I from over there

I like walking..
but I don't to follow the path
because of sure things have no longer mystery,
I like to go very far in summer,
but go back where my mother is, in winter
and see the dogs which never forgot me
and the embraces that my siblings give me.

I like the sun
and woman when crying,
the swallows and the mean ladies,
jumping off balconies and to open windows
and I like the girls in April.

I like the wine as much as the flowers
and the lovers, but I don't like men,
I love to be friend of the thieves
and the songs in French.

Neither am I from here nor am I from over there,
neither am I aged nor do I have future
and to be happy is my colour of identity.
...
I like lying on the sand
or pursuing to Manuela by bicycle
or seeing the stars with Maria
in the wheat field all the time.
...
Argentinian lyrics