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2021.09.14.

My son rhythm goes right with my rifle

[chorus:]
No, no, no, no one gives up in this land, no one gives up
No, no, no, no one gives up in this land, no sir
 
Butterfly jasmine like no other, woman who is humility and sunlight
You go sowing seeds of understanding to demand your place
Your battle is hard, because the mind is not malleable
But when the wind burns, threatening your tribe:
 
The militiaman is your loving shelter, which you use to heal all
The militiaman is your eyes, your mirror, your box of jewels
You are the butterfly jasmine, firing at the enemy
You are the butterfly jasmine, the companion, firing at the enemy
This is how my 'son' rhythm goes!
 
[chorus]
 
The doves all overhead--the hands of the schoolchild
Greet the awakening of a star that sways itself
An ingenuous laugh that inflames the powerful one's rage
Whose impetuous nuclear trigger finger is threatening history
 
The militiawoman is victory, in every school grade
The notebook, the manual labor, the teacher with no chalkboard
The boy who is a spotlight, with a kerchief and song
The boy who is a cannon, yes sir, with kerchief and song
This is how my 'son' rhythm goes!
 
[chorus]
 
There is no sea that hides its fish
2020.08.20.

White Sheets

Havana, my old Havana
Lady of history, of conquerors and people
With its religions, beautiful lady
 
Havana, if my eyes left you
If life banished me to a corner of the earth
I swear to you I'll die of love and of longing
To walk your streets, your neighborhoods and your places
 
Cuatro Caminos1, Virgin of Regla2, town by the sea
Places, destinations
The long wall of the coastline
The capitol and Prado with its lions3
Its visions
 
White sheets hanging on the balconies4
(White sheets hanging on the balconies)
 
Havana, my great Havana
Customary to go around the ceiba at night5
And parties in houses of neighborhoods modern and poor
Of noble people
 
Havana, if my eyes left you
If life banished me to a corner of the earth
I swear to you I'll die of love and of longing
To walk your streets, your neighborhoods and your places
 
Virgin of the Path6, new residential herald
Places, neighbors, Lighthouse of Morro7 and the Cathedral8
Small neighborhoods, full of traditions and emotions
 
White sheets hanging on the balconies
White sheets hanging on the balconies
 
(Oh oh oh, Omara, Omara
Oh oh oh, of Cuba, Havana)
 
You are the good in my life, that has me in ecstasy
Why deny that I'm in love with you9
 
(Oh oh oh, Omara, Omara
Oh oh oh, of Cuba, Havana)
 
With your sweet soul which is all feeling10
Havana, Havana how I love you
 
(Oh oh oh, Omara, Omara
Oh oh oh, of Cuba, Havana)
 
How lovely is my Havana
When the sun rises Havana, Havana
Who doesn't see you doesn't love you
 
(Oh oh oh, Omara, Omara,
Oh oh oh, of Cuba, Havana)
 
  • 1. The name of a district (meaning 'Four Paths') in the municipality of Cotorro in Havana:
  • 2. Regla is a borough in Havana named after a title for the Virgin Mary in the Catholic church. In English, she is known as 'Our Lady of the Rule' (traditionally, the monastic rule of Saint Augustine) or as Black Madonna:
  • 3. A reference to Paseo del Prado, a promenade in Havana, and its famous bronze sculptures of lions:
  • 4. The original version of this song by Gerardo Alfonso was the theme song of the television program 'Andar La Habana' (Walking in Havana), hosted by the beloved historian Eusebio Leal. The white sheets became a symbol of the Havana's spirit and loyalty. When Leal passed away in 2020, the citizens of Havana hung white sheets on their balconies in tribute:
  • 5. The ceiba is a type of tree, and going around it each November 15 is a tradition in Havana:
  • 6. A statue venerated in Havana:
  • 7.
  • 8. The Havana Cathedral:
  • 9. These are lines from 'La Gloria Eres Tú' (The Glory is You) by songwriter José Antonio Méndez, who was born in Havana.
  • 10. Another line from 'La Gloria Eres Tú'
2020.05.26.

Oguere

Mm-hmm-hmm
 
I'm tired already
Sleep, little boy1
 
Oguere, Oguere, Oguere2
Oguere, Oguere, Oguere
 
The clock hand's at 6
So it's time to play batey3
And the slave staff
Are leaving to say their prayers
 
Oguere! You're not asleep?
Hmmmm!
 
I have to work, Oguere
Sleep, sleep!
Spoiled child!
I'm gonna smack you
Hmm!
 
Mm-hmm-hmm
 
Oguere, Oguere, Oguere
Oguere, Oguere, Oguere
Oguere go to sleep
'Cause I have to mend clothes
 
Sleep, little boy
Sleep, Oguere
Sleep, sleep
 
  • 1. 'Negro' is used here as an affectionate term for a little boy.
  • 2. The boy's name is Oguere, probably coming from the Yoruba language.
  • 3. A ball game played by indigenous people of the Caribbean. More information:
2018.02.20.

Maybe Maybe Maybe

Every time I ask you
when, how and where
You always answer
maybe, maybe, maybe
 
That's how days go on
And I'm desesperated
And you, you, you answering
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
 
You are losing time
Thinking, thinking
So the days go by
When will it by, and so the days go by
And I'm desesperated
And you, you, you answering
Maybe, maybe, maybe