{"id":517,"date":"2013-02-11T10:01:15","date_gmt":"2013-02-11T15:01:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/?p=517"},"modified":"2013-03-13T02:46:45","modified_gmt":"2013-03-13T07:46:45","slug":"tangos-of-the-willows","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/sulaymanibnqiddees\/2013\/02\/11\/tangos-of-the-willows\/","title":{"rendered":"Tangos of the Willows"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1>Yo pienso como el cipres<\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/u1OXGoK4jnM?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<p>I will be like the willow,<br \/>\nI will be like the willow,<br \/>\nthough I last one hundred years,<br \/>\nI will be like the willow,<br \/>\nthat sways in the air,<br \/>\nbut remains firm,<br \/>\nbut remains firm.<\/p>\n<p>I think like the cypress,<br \/>\nI think like the cypress,<br \/>\nthe truest of truths,<br \/>\nthe truest of truths,<br \/>\nthat on which I stand.<\/p>\n<p>For God&#8217;s sake, Lord Mayor,<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t hit the thieves,<br \/>\nbecause you have a child,<br \/>\nand part of their hearts,<br \/>\nay ay ay Mother,<br \/>\nay ay ay Mother.<\/p>\n<p>If you comb your hair with the comb,<br \/>\ncanastero and comb,<br \/>\nI can assure you<br \/>\nthat you will curl your hair,<br \/>\nthat you can curl,<br \/>\nyour black hair, your hair,<br \/>\nif you comb your hair with the comb,<br \/>\nthe comb of the castanero.<\/p>\n<p>From the root of an olive tree<br \/>\nmy Gypsy mother was born<br \/>\nand I, as her son,<br \/>\nI am a stem of the same branch.<br \/>\nOh mai, mai oh,<br \/>\nOh Mother, oh Mother.<\/p>\n<p>And this scarf,<br \/>\nand this handkerchief,<br \/>\nI carry with me,<br \/>\nfor when I cry,<br \/>\nI release you,<br \/>\nfor when I cry,<br \/>\nI release you.<\/p>\n<p>The Virgin of Remedios<br \/>\nhas her dark face,<br \/>\nand the child in her arms,<br \/>\nhandsomer than the lily.<br \/>\nOh Mother, oh Mother.<\/p>\n<p>I live in love, and for me your kisses,<br \/>\nare like the source of my thoughts.<br \/>\nI live in love ..<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<p>Ay yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\nque yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\naunque cien a\u00f1os yo dure,<br \/>\ny yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\ny que la bambolea el aire,<br \/>\npero se mantiene firme,<br \/>\npero se mantiene firme.<\/p>\n<p>Yo pienso como el cipr\u00e9s,<br \/>\nyo pienso como el cipr\u00e9s,<br \/>\nla verdad m\u00e1s verdadera,<br \/>\nla verdad m\u00e1s verdadera,<br \/>\nla de mantenerse en pi\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>Por Dios, alcalde mayor,<br \/>\nno pegue usted a los ladrones,<br \/>\nporque usted tiene una ni\u00f1a,<br \/>\ny que parte los corazones,<br \/>\nay ay ay mare,<br \/>\nay ay ay mare.<\/p>\n<p>Si te peinas con el peine,<br \/>\ny el peine del canastero,<br \/>\ny yo te puedo asegurar<br \/>\ny que se te riza a ti el pelo,<br \/>\nque se te puede rizar,<br \/>\ntu pelo negro, tu pelo,<br \/>\nsi te peinas con el peine,<br \/>\nel peine del canastero.<\/p>\n<p>De la ra\u00edz de un olivo<br \/>\nay naci\u00f3 mi mare gitana,<br \/>\ny yo, como soy su hijo,<br \/>\ntronco de la misma rama.<br \/>\nOh mai, oh mai,<br \/>\noh mare, oh mare.<\/p>\n<p>Y este pa\u00f1uelo,<br \/>\ny este pa\u00f1uelo,<br \/>\nlo llevo conmigo,<br \/>\npa cuando yo lloro,<br \/>\nlo estreno contigo,<br \/>\npa cuando yo lloro,<br \/>\nlo estreno contigo.<\/p>\n<p>La Virgen de los Remedios<br \/>\ntiene su cara morena,<br \/>\ny el ni\u00f1o que est\u00e1 en sus brazos,<br \/>\nm\u00e1s guapo que la azucena.<br \/>\nOh mare, oh mare.<\/p>\n<p>Yo vivo enamorao y para m\u00ed tus besos,<br \/>\nson como la fuente de mis pensamientos.<br \/>\nYo vivo enamorao..<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h1>El Embrujo de tus ojos<\/h1>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><span class=\"embed-youtube\" style=\"text-align:center; display: block;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" class=\"youtube-player\" width=\"584\" height=\"329\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/9bO1-oZ5PaA?version=3&#038;rel=1&#038;showsearch=0&#038;showinfo=1&#038;iv_load_policy=1&#038;fs=1&#038;hl=en-US&#038;autohide=2&#038;wmode=transparent\" allowfullscreen=\"true\" style=\"border:0;\" sandbox=\"allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-presentation allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\"><\/iframe><\/span><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Translation:<\/p>\n<p>I will be like the willow,<br \/>\nI will be like the willow,<br \/>\nthough I last one hundred years,<br \/>\nI will be like the willow,<br \/>\nthat sways in the air,<br \/>\nbut remains firm,<br \/>\nbut remains firm.<\/p>\n<p>It appeared, it appeared,<br \/>\nIn a dream vanishing my happiness.<br \/>\nGod, how I remember.<br \/>\nI remember that day.<br \/>\nIf great was my torment<br \/>\nstill greater was my joy<br \/>\nwhen I woke from sleep<br \/>\nand I saw that it was a lie.<\/p>\n<p>And I gaze at the firmament,<br \/>\nand I tell the stars,<br \/>\nof my worship and thought,<br \/>\nand that I adore the name Gema Gema.<br \/>\nWhen I remember you,<br \/>\nwhat a beautiful name you carry,<br \/>\nGema, Gema, Gema.<\/p>\n<p>When I remember you,<br \/>\nthe spell of your eyes<br \/>\nthat will not let me live<br \/>\nLike children, I cry<br \/>\nremembering you.<br \/>\nYou do not go,<br \/>\nyou do not go,<br \/>\nDo not leave me alone.<br \/>\nYou do not leave me.<\/p>\n<p>Look at me, and I cry,<br \/>\nand you say softly<br \/>\n&#8220;Why did you leave me?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>You and I on the blanket,<br \/>\nYou and I in the moonlight,<br \/>\nand your black eyes sparkled,<br \/>\nreflecting tenderness.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Original:<\/p>\n<div>\n<p>Yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\nque yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\naunque cien a\u00f1os yo dure,<br \/>\ny, yo ser\u00e9 como la mimbre,<br \/>\ny que la bambolea el aire,<br \/>\npero se mantiene firme,<br \/>\npero se mantiene firme.<\/p>\n<p>Se apareci\u00f3, se apareci\u00f3,<br \/>\nen un ensue\u00f1o despidiendo mi alegr\u00eda.<br \/>\nDios m\u00edo, c\u00f3mo me acuerdo.<br \/>\nYo me acuerdo de aquel d\u00eda.<br \/>\nSi grande fue mi tormento<br \/>\nm\u00e1s grande fue mi alegr\u00eda<br \/>\ncuando despert\u00e9 del sue\u00f1o<br \/>\ny yo vi que era mentira.<\/p>\n<p>Y yo repaso el firmamento,<br \/>\ny me dicen las estrellas,<br \/>\ny que adorara el pensamiento,<br \/>\ny que adorara yo el nombre de Gema, Gema.<br \/>\nCuando me acuerdo de ti,<br \/>\nqu\u00e9 bonito nombre llevas,<br \/>\nGema, Gema, Gema.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Cuando me acuerdo de ti,<br \/>\ndel embrujo de tus ojos<br \/>\nque no me dejan vivir.<br \/>\nComo los ni\u00f1os yo lloro<br \/>\ny acord\u00e1ndome de ti.<br \/>\nT\u00fa no te vayas,<br \/>\ntu no te vayas,<br \/>\nt\u00fa no me dejes solo.<br \/>\nT\u00fa no te vayas de m\u00ed.<\/p>\n<p>Y me miras, y me lloras,<br \/>\ny t\u00fa me dices bajito<br \/>\n\u00bfpor qu\u00e9 me abandonas?<\/p>\n<p>T\u00fa y yo sobre la manta,<br \/>\nt\u00fa y yo bajo la luna,<br \/>\ny brillaban tus ojos negros,<br \/>\nreflejando la ternura.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yo pienso como el cipres &nbsp; 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